A day in the life of Chee-delt

How's the humble pie, Greivis?

I think I crammed my long weekend about as full of sports as possible. It was full of win. Liverpool spanked dat Villa ass. Ichiro is still number one. But I’m not here to talk about any of that. I’m here to talk about a royal doucher on Maryland’s basketball team. No, not Gary Williams. I’m talking about Greivis Vasquez.

This guy had the balls to say this about second-seeded Memphis:

“If [Memphis] played in the ACC Conference, they’d have a losing record in the league. They’d probably win all of their games outside the league and have a losing record in the league. The ACC is too tough.”

If that wasn’t enough, Vasquez dug himself even deeper.

Memphis “needs some competition,” Vasquez said. “It’s going to be a fight. I don’t care who guards me. I’m going to go at him and at the whole team. I’m such a competitor. I don’t care who’s in front of me. I’m going to compete.”

Vasquez did compete. He just happened to compete against a much, much better team.

Maryland lost the game 89-70, with a 20-point blowout narrowly avoided by late Maryland baskets. Love it. Now, the only thing left to see in the NCAA tournament is Tyler Hansbrough bawling like a baby when he doesn’t win the title.

Peer Pressure is the Coolest

ninaslunchin:

Fine, I gave in.  This tumblr thing is actually really cool.  I’ll give it a chance and MAYBE move my blog to here.  Maybe I’ll keep both - write my very long descriptions of my life in Israel (that are also family-friendly) on the blog and write random shit on here.  Regardless, you two can stop hounding me now mmmkay? thanks :)

I’m lovin it.

Two words, Nina: COME ONNNNNNNN

maryanne:

chee-delt:

Long have I longed to be as cool as one Mary Le. With this tumblr or WTFE it is, I’m one step closer. Yusssssssssss.

Dear Nina Cohen,

The Lunchboxes request that you too join Tumblr and transfer your Tel Aviv blog over. All in favor say I…

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Two in the mornin, police knockin at my door...or is it the damn Jonas Brothers?!!??!

This is the real reason why I started this little deal here. I’m always up absurdly late. I figure a nice little late-night rant could be a good time-killer right before I drift off.

So I went to see the Jonas Brothers movie. There, I said it. I did it to help out my pops. He had to review it since it was the only thing out. I didn’t want the guy to go have to see it by himself because that’s miserable and what does misery love? Company. Plus, there are worse things that I could’ve been doing with my time. Once I discover one of those things, I’ll let you know.

The film did have one redeeming moment, though. During one of their whiny, pre-pubescent wailfests they call songs, all three of them drop their instruments and pick up these gun-looking deals. They start shooting something into the crowd of tiny teeny-boppers. At first, it looked like water through my 3D glasses (they still suck, no matter how many dimensions they have). I had to ask the obvious question: have the Jonas Bros turned their concert into a modern-day underage wet t-shirt contest? I was floored. But upon further inspection, it was a viscous white foam. Aww skeet skeet, Jonas Bros?

The film’s low point came when when the three aforementioned douchers were watching some New York television station that showed clips of bands that blazed a similar path through legions of screaming, crying, rabid teenage girls to stardom. The first band that popped up was The Beatles. Not one of the three thought the comparison was out of place, nor did anyone else in the movie theater. Lennon and Sir Paul had more talent than these three ever will. Even Yoko wasn’t as tone deaf as these clowns. I hope these fools follow the path of Vanilla Ice

Walking out of the movie theater, there was a receptacle for the 3D glasses with a sign that read “Recycle and Save the Earth” or something along those lines. I’m sorry but you just destroyed my brain. I’m keeping these stupid things because you never know who is going to put out another 3D movie (I’m pulling for Miley Cyrus so I can watch the creepy old dudes file into that theater).

Rant over. Hoping for sleep now, I just have to get those damn catchy Jonas Bros songs out of my head…I MEAN FINISH WORKING OUT BECAUSE I’M WAY RUGGED.

I'm doing this to be cool like Mary Le

Long have I longed to be as cool as one Mary Le. With this tumblr or WTFE it is, I’m one step closer. Yusssssssssss.