It's those damn car flags

I hate the Lakers. Don't get me wrong, I respect the organization and it's players past and present, but as a native Angelino I think it's supposed to be in my DNA to root for the ol' purple and gold. But it's not and why you ask? It's because of you Laker fan with your myopic thoughts of winning 70 games every year, your constant arguments of Kobe being the greatest thing since sliced bread, and of course the aforementioned car flags. I'm sick of it. Mostly it's a shame. I wish I could be one of the many that wears a team jersey (Naturally I would sport Farmar's) but when your average sixteen year old fan tells me that they have been a fan since '88 I come to my senses.

Don't think I'm singling you out Laker fan. There are others. Giants, Angels, Padres, (although I am a huge Peavy fan. Dodger fan will kill me on this one) Trojans, and Yankees. But those are givens of course. I never really go out of my way to root against someone with such eagerness. Well maybe the Raiders but now they are mostly irrelevant. Either way I am done with you. So when you get eliminated this year and fail yet again to win a championship, I don't want to hear it. Most importantly leave the car flags at home.

Either one can't lose

Alright, decision time. I am having a bit of trouble with choosing this year's Halloween costume. I have narrowed it down to two:


1.)


2.)

Opinions obviously needed and appreciated.

I'm going with Backbeat

Over the weekend there was an interesting discussion topic that came up. What has been the greatest musical artist bio picture ever made. Some of the choices were:

*The Buddy Holly Story
*La Bamba
*Backbeat
*Ring Of Fire
*Great Balls Of Fire
*The Glenn Miller Story
*The Doors
*Ray

Opinions? Arguments? Comments?

Quick Observation

I don't know if I have mentioned it or not, but I have had a playoff beard going since the Dodgers won the West. Two observations I have made(well three if you count the fact that I look fucking ridiculous)one is this thing is itchy, and two is it makes me look even more Mexican. So now when I am approached by someone who decides to assume that I speak Spanish as my first language, they become even more upset then they usually do when they find out I speak muy poquito Español.

Oh the joys of East Los Angeles....

Change of pace

(Going to try and change the pace here. Usually I don't get all emotional and personal on this blog, but here goes nothing-M)

It's fall. The time of the year that is somewhat cruel to yours truly. Bruin football and Dodger baseball are usually non-existent. Accept this year. The fellas over there in Chavez Ravine are in the playoffs and there is actually a glimmer of hope surrounding the city of angels. This team has all the tools to do some damage and maybe just maybe win it all.

Only one problem with that. You are not here. Over these past couple years I have tried many times and have gone to many games but I still can't shake your memory. I was a fool to take the time we spent together for granted and I feel even stupider knowing that it was my own selfish fault for letting that happen. Little things like sharing a smoke or singing duets on the 110 freeway are a treasured memory that I will hold close to my heart till the day I die.

You were a friend that will be sorely missed.