Japan v. Korea

Here are the highlights from Jake and my live blog of the sights and sounds of the WBC Championship game.

Pregame Notes

• Krause said he left his house at 5:20 and lives 20 minutes away, traffic must suck it's 6:30.
• Game should be played on Wii. 
• I applied the lyrics of the Star Spangled banner to both countries' national anthems, only to realize that because we are all americans that the US anthem would be played last, even though the US lost in the semis.
• Mexican family seated in front of us purchased Panda Express in an attempt to be supportive of diversity. The man actually used chopsticks.

Start of game-640

• 7:05- No Krause
• 7:15- Maybe Krause thought parking was too expensive for this shit and turned around and went home. 
• 7:16- The Koreans chant. And chant and chant the same three syllables over and over with three thunderstick hits after it. Will I hear this in my sleep?
• 7:20- Best name: Bum Ho Lee. God, is this guy lucky that he didn't go to school with me. 
• 7:39- Korea chant has become incorporated into my biorhythm.
• 7:40- Text from Jack Ross-" This is worse than Berkeley, Jesus." I assume he is referring to the amount of asian people, but because of my lenten sacrifice I refrain from a response. 
• 7:45- Krause is not here, Call Amber Alert.
• 7:46 Jake begins scrolling through his contact book looking for someone to entertain him.
• 7:50 We pronounce Krause dead. 
• Possible headstones for Krause:

1. Died in route to WBC, he was lucky he never got there.
2. Killed in parking lot– asian drivers.
3. Had better shit to do.
4. Died for the story
5. was dared

• 7:52- Now batting for Asia- Benihana.
• 7:59- During race of characters on the jumbotron, Jake berates a man for his choice of the blue ball. Jake was right. The blue ball hadn't warmed up properly. Jake's pick (green) wins. He gloats over the man and forces him to apologize for his pick.
• Slogan of WBC "Behind every play, a nation," which I would like to change to "Behind every play, a nation, most notably America, watches something else."
• 8:00- Korea gets first hit of game, causing riotous celebration despite being down by a run. But why not celebrate? They already won the battle against impotency, everything else is just icing on the cake.
• 8:03- need to find out the name of the man in front of us.
• 8:13- Goodyear blimp has a spotlight on, presumably looking for Krause.
• 8:19- Jake has lost all sanity and begins cheering for everyone on both teams. 
• 8:21- After 3 hours, Krause is resurrected. He is obviously disgruntled. And falls down some seats to get over to us. He tells us that he's not even parked in the stadium. 
• 8:27- the world ends. The Koreans keep chanting.
• 8:41 Krause drinks a beer with a straw.
• 8:42 Straw user declares right field the 38th parallel.
• 8:52- Goodyear blimp puts up a picture of another goodyear blimp on it's titantron.
• 9:21 2nd best name Dae Ho Lee. I'm not even clever enough to make this up.
• 9:26- Submit rule change for next WBC. A team should be limited to no more than 4 "Lee's" in one batting cycle. 
• 9:26- Krause starts yelling DDR directions during batter's entrance song.
• 9:30 This at bat is sponsored by Hello Kitty.
• 9:31 This game is brought to you by Boba, who would like to remind you to enjoy boba responsibly.
• 9:35 Attendance- 54,846 (10 whites)
• 9:45 Game will not end. Must take life.
• 10:10 Krause would like to note that the Japanese are surprisingly good at sacrificing themselves.

And that's all she wrote. 

Note: it took krause 3 hours to go 22 miles. So next time you think your life is bad, put yourself in Krause's shoes (Not necessarily in this situation, but in any situation, imagine that you are him and you will feel instantly better).

Tiger Woods

Coming off of knee surgery, Tiger played two tournaments and didn't fare too well.  Rick Reilly jumped on him in his weekly column for ESPN the magazine last week.

 So what does Tiger do the very next weekend? He skull fucks Rick Reilly for not waiting a few more weeks to write that column.

He comes back from a five stroke deficit at the start of Sunday to win the tournament on this putt-

Ramblings

This one will be a little here and there. Try and keep up because I'm probably going to talk shit on you.

CT texted me today from across the world (Georgetown), which reminded me of what a bad friend I am during the school year. I hardly ever talk to my best friends from home because I am so busy. But that's bullshit and not a legit excuse, so sorry to my friends from home. But thank god jake doesn't do shit and he is always online to harass you guys.

CT also reminded me that I have been lacking on the blog circuit. I have. Since my last post, I went to the Championship game of the World Baseball Classic (which I made an attempt of live-blogging it in my notepad, so I will try and type up the highlights from the War for Asia and put it up tonight), I also spent three days in Vegas for Alyse's birthday and of course that created some great stories and better pictures, so I'll share those shortly.

Oh, quick readership check, if you know Tammy Mao start calling her Chin-Chin, it would be greatly appreciated (by me not her). But big-ups to Tammy and Lauren, who rolled to vegas despite being on a cruise for 4 days prior. A week of drinking, especially with my peer pressure, is a hell of a thing to live through, so congrats.

Shout-outs

1. Shige- for bailing on vegas to go to Canada. Yeah, she really did make that decision. But hey, it was with Aqua Delt, so that makes it better (Read with Overt Sarcasm). The only person who knew you didn't come was the Throw-Up Clean-Up guy at the Auntie Anne's in the Rio. By the way, he just called. He still wants to know what that blue shit was all over the floor.
   
2. People who don't allow their tagged photos to be viewed by anybody but themselves- way to ruin facebook. Tagging people is half the fun. Maybe you should think about moving to Twitter or Myspace or Xanga or livejournal or some other social networking site that I can't figure out.
3. Alyse and Pao- for keeping me up during the 11.5 hour drive, like a boss.
4. Moisa- for the free tickets to the WBC. You are the greatest ticket salesman/patient answerer of asian customer's dumb, obvious questions and ridiculous requests to have ever worked in your position. $13.55 is nowhere near enough to pay you. If you would like to come work as my personal assistant, I will pay you 14 dollars an hour and unlimited supply of sex(with jake). Of course, this payment will be under the table. After all, you will be down there finishing me off.
5. Nick Kramer- for being one of the worst caller-backers of all time. Then having the audacity to shit talk me for not going to San Diego with the boys and then bailing on it yourself. You are a shame to all who have ever met you and some that you haven't.

If you have never been to this is why you're fat, you need to go now.

I am taking requests on what to eat and I'm leaning towards the McGangBang.

If you have a story that you want to see me write about, let me know.

Half the time I don't post because I can't decide if it's funny or not, so tell me.

This is an interview I did with Tight End Cameron Morrah at Cal's pro day, he's got a shot at the late rounds. Maybe. And that is a big maybe. But after watching him destroy Damien as a Claremont High kid, it would be nice to see him make it to the League. I would have never found this without Andrew Kim making fun of me for it.

Sandy Barbour

Into the pool after the women won the swimming championship.

Just my luck

Today in Cabezon, this shirt was being sold for 20 dollars at the Adidas store (not on sale). For those of you who have been picking pools or care about Cal basketball or are Ben Braun, then you know that the Bears lost to Maryland in the first round on thursday afternoon, my bracket. Being that it is now Saturday, you think someone at the store would care to reduce the price because the shirt is no longer plausible, like a C. Johnson jersey (now Chad OchoCinco). 

At least, we got to the tourney this year, but if you live by the three, you die by the three. And the Bears sure did die, but this shirt will live on forever, for anyone dumb enough to buy it.

Break

First, I would like to say sorry for not being everyday about this thing like I had set out to do. But last week got kind of hectic with everything, so yeah. 

So now that I'm on spring break this whole thing should be a little easier. 

As for being home, my family watches an inordinate amount of tv. They are very particular about what they watch, well not really, it adds up to two and a half men, house, grey's anatomy, and some other shit. 

Things get interesting when my brother watches with my mom and dad. When he has the controller in his hand, he will literally stop live tv (the benefit of DVR), and explain to my mother as if she were 5 why something was funny. He does this about 5-6 times an episode. He thinks it's great. We don't. 

The versatility of my words

During the summer, I wrote this as a note on facebook last august 11th–

Today, in my english class, the girl seated in front of me began to draw all over the daily cal. Much to my dismay, her anime-esque drawing was all over my story. 
Yes, it was only an 8 inch brief on the Olympic men's swim progress, but damn it still hurts. 
Now, what hurts the most is that she didn't even read my article, let alone give my lead-in a chance. She just began drawing.
Admittedly, she drew an asian girl's face rather well, but I would have preferred a different medium.

So today, my Nikki Schrey feature finally ran and was all over the back page of the daily cal. Before my first class started, this girl sitting directly across from me began reading my story. But she was unable to finish because my professor began class. I wanted to stop the class from beginning because, dammit, my article deserves to be read. Anyways it was nice to see someone actually reading it. 

After class, Alyse and I were sitting in front of Dwinelle just people watching, as I scrambled to finish my dialogue, which was due before my next class. An odd-looking rastafarian was riding his longboard while his huge dog pulled him along on a leash (read: homeless wakeboarding). 

The dog had business to take care of and dragged his owner over to a bush to drop a deuce. And a deuce he did drop. We both expected the man to just leave the poop on the ground, as he looked around to see if anyone had seen what his dog had just done. But in reality, he was looking for something to clean it up. 

He reached into the recycling trashcan and pulled out a paper. It was the daily cal. He looked at it, pulled it open to the back page and cleaned up his dog's business with my feature. 

They say each high has a low. Well, if that's not it, I don't want to know. 

On the brightside, at least people are using the daily cal for something other than sudoku and the crossword.