Chad Ochenta y Cinco

That's bizarre he changed his name but names aren't particularly meaningful anyway. What's important is that he possesses the catch radius of an elephant and the speed of a horse. He reacts to bad balls and sure can run and climb the tree. His fluid hips also work wonders for his kicking game because dude can kick. He may be a mudder but he's no mauler or road-grader. Watch (go to 1:13 on this) as he lunges at Ray Lewis but lacks the initial punch to drive block Ray who turns him to a rag doll. No matter what he can and can't do, Ochocinco knows how to celebrate.

Why all the vocab? Getting ready for the draft. My rival Mel Kiper came out with his big board. At S, I like Taylor Mays because he is a freak hitter and Eric Berry because he's a center fielder likened to Ed Reed.

Almost went shooting but my friend didn't have any skeet. Reminded me of these funny commercials. The Sproles one reminded me of this play. This dude actually runs on people.

I Hate Twitter.

2010 NFL Combine Update! Cal Bear's RB Jahvid Best will run the fastest 40 in the upcoming combine. He will break Tennessee RB Chris Johnson's 4.24 mark, the fastest time of the electronic timing era (since 1990). 140 Characters. How you like me now?

Apparently they have a combine on Madden. That would be fun to play.

The 13 Most Gut-Wrenching, Heart-Stopping, Traumatic, Amazing, Sensational, Dramatic, Heart-Rending, Exciting, Thrilling Injuries in All of Sports!

Go Bears. My cousin just suffered a career-ending injury squatting an 800 lb couch off the stock room shelf. His knee cap dislodged and ended up in his sock, but fortunately, his company compensated him in excess of six figs. Spencer, this is for you and all the other tough guys out there injured on the job.


13. Inspirational recovery from a frequent incident off the pitch. Go to 2:14.

12. Fingers aren't meant to go that way! McNair had a few like this too.



11. Just saw Hangover. Not as bad as an uppercut.

Full version.

10. Kickboxing one and two. Gymnastics.

9. Patrick Edwards: Why is that cart there?

8. This image is often in the back of my mind when I go up for a dunk.

7. Not a hit but a drag and rollover.

6. The U. Or C. Ewww.

5. Malicious challenge or clumsy tackle? Good soundtrack.

On a lighter note.

4. Career-ending big hit from the greatest defensive player of all time. Similarly, Pete Rose delivered a career-ender to Ray Fosse, who, like Theisman, became an announcer. This collision occurred in an all-star game no less... before it counted.

3. Apparently this legend popped his dislocated hip back in himself, a nearly impossible feat. His place in the 2 HOFs is merely hypothetical thanks to this career-changing injury. Go to 2:10.

2. This block looks routine, a subtle injury. Spinal injuries are the most unfortunate.


1. A spinal injury from "the Assassin."

Al Davis nostaligically reached for Mike Mitchell, probably perceiving him as the 2nd Coming. Well, dude can hit.

Don't sweat the small stuff

During Sam Querrey's match against Tommy Haas at the LA Open, Pam Shriver reported that Sam Querrey left the United Airline tags from an Indianapolis flight on his "nice" tennis bag. Yeah he actually neglected or forgot to remove it. Whoa. Thanks for the insight, you're so observant and thorough. Sam Querry must be a lazy, oblivious, apathetic slob. I also saw him throw his racket in the air and drop it once.

BronBron is a SCRUB!

I was right. All along, Lebron James left a sour taste in my mouth. You can't knock his game but his demeanor always rubbed me the wrong way. Sulking off the court and skipping the press conference does not portray him an emotionally-involved, fierce competitor; it's shows greed and selfishness. A competitor loves to compete for the sake of competition and respects opponents and teammates alike. With that said, I decided to weigh in on incident that has Lebron dubbed Dictator James. It's called Dunkgate. Is it a non-story? Kind of, but that's not why it interests me.

For anyone who hasn't heard, Xavier's Jordan Crawford "dunked on" Lebron James in a scrimmage at Lebron's Nike camp. Immediately after, Lebron conferred with a Nike rep who then rounded up all the tape from the cameras filming the event. While the official tapes were most likely stored in the warehouse in Indiana Jones, someone with a cell phone recently leaked the inflammatory video. Haha, everyone sees it anyway and ironically, the Lebron or Nike's effort to conceal "Dunkgate" and preserve Lebron's image backfired and illuminates the insecurities of one of the most gifted athletes on Earth.

To my untrained eye, it looks like Lebron came late and from the side so he didn't really have a chance at the block. It's not like the guy jumped over him, or went right into his chest, or broke his wrist to throw it down. Was it Nike or Lebron that overreacted and why? Has Lebron made a statement? Crawford did. Kobe weighed in. Darrel Armstrong or well... Jordan wouldn't have gotten dunked on but if he had, he would've threw one down next play. I suppose it was too difficult to laugh it off and give Crawford his props. I think a crossover is more embarrassing anyway. This is filthy.

Similarly, a high schooler beat brash Charger's QB Philip Rivers in a passing competition and Rivers did not confiscate the tape. Good for him.

A Randolph Part 2.

So this is the part two of what happened after I wrote the previous post although it's posted post hoc. I approached Anthony Randolph at the baggage claim. He was super excited to meet a fan who acknowledged his....... Actually he just seemed confused and muttered yeah for all of my super interesting queries. It went just as I expected. Not very memorable or exciting but I made an effort. If I had star power, I would milk and make all my interactions bizarre or heart-warming. I saw the emcee for the Warrior games at security today. He does the annoying interviews and prizes at the games. Didn't feel like talking to him.

Celebrity... no... professional athlete Sighting!

Hey so this is my first impromtu, spontaneous post. Pretty excited. I’m on Virgin flying to Vegas (Go to 1:40!) to help my grandma move and vistit my buddy who busted in the WSOP on the last hand of the day while sitting next to Shannon Elizabeth. I was sitting in the terminal and two asian women walked up to me and held out their boarding passes. They didn’t speak English and they were way early for their flight so the terminal hadn’t been posted. I escorted them to the boarding counter as their intermediary and then communicated by pointing to the floor that this was where they would leave from, a pragmatic linguistic adjustment. I figured that deed makes up for the time I accidentally told a lady who didn’t speak English to get onto the wrong BART train. How could there not be any maps? I felt bad. Anyway, after returning to my seat in the terminal, I noticed a gentleman with extraordinary length carrying a Gucci duffel. I saw him from behind and he had a familiar strut, deliberate with his toes pointed outward kinda like Amare Stoudemire. Ginger ale, that sounds good. He was in first class oooooooh. I had a feeling it might be Anthony Randolph but he was wearing a hat so I couldn’t get a good look at the back of his head. I figured he wouldn’t be by himself so it was probably nobody. When I boarded the plane I saw him folded into a seat. His face and LSU warm up pants indicated that it was indeed Anthony Randolph. He had earphones on and his head was down texting so I didn’t want to pull a Larry David and wave my hand in front of his face to get his attention. Maybe I can get him on the way. He probably won’t say anything of value if I talk to him. I know exactly what he would say. It would be a standard celebrity encounter where he offers a half-hearted hey how are you great thanks bye. What’s so interesting about that? Maybe he would appreciate being noticed in which case, he needs my attention so I’m the one doing the favor. I’ll try to catch him later. After sitting down, I texted a bunch of my friends who would find the Anthony Randolph sighting mildly interesting and encourage me to chat him up. The plane was getting ready for take-off and my dad was nagging me to turn off my phone when he came up with a great idea, just write about it on your bliggety blog. I texted the people who mostly likely at this time happen constitute all of my readership. Did I mention I’m excited to be on Virgin. One time the Virgin flight attendant organized a prize shoot out in the terminal with a mini basketball hoop in honor of march madness. They have TV screens so I played Doom for a bit, watched some TV. Apparently Chad Ochocinco (I love that they he’s actually called that now) wants to use Twitter during games. Charlie Villanueva got in trouble for tweeting during halftime I heard. The Ochocinco wants to twit from the sideline. Ooooohhhh. I hate twitter. One of my friends does too so that’s cool. Hmmm… I can send a text to Anthony Randolph’s seat via my TV screen media device! That’s kinda ummm weird. [Click that link!] Wow, I just remembered that I Virgin has Wifi so I can post this in real time and my subsequent post will detail my encounter with Anthony Randolph.

Wow, that’s weak, the Wifi costs money, $10 for the duration of the flight. You can’t exactly get your money’s worth with lewd and explicit content due to the conspicuousness of shared space. Although I’m sure there are others out there like the one who played pocket pool while used the hostel lobby computer. There was a room full of this breed at the Las Vagas public library computer lab. The screen tinting was not sufficient. Well, in-flight wifi was a tease and grandma don’t got internet so I’ll post hoc this one. I just caught the back-story of the Freddy Adu’s lost years. I was just wondering about him the other day. Tony Gonzalez is heading to the ATL, Dirty Dirty, Hotlanta. This was supposed to be my first spontaneous post but it is now delayed.

(This happened on Tuesday July 10, 2009. This was posted on Friday from the airport.)