i'm glad it's over

after what seemed to be an eternity of an nba season my beloved purple and gold made it all the way to the finals only to get dusted. i don't mind detroit winning. i like ben wallace. it still sucks to lose but at this point i need a vacation. nine months is a long time to live and breathe basketball, but i manage to do it every year, most likely giving myself ulcers in the process. now i can spend the summer relaxing and looking ahead to hopefully another good season. before i drop the nba topic for the summer i would like to rant for a quick sec. laker haters: it's getting old. let me clarify specifically which laker haters i am talking about. if you are a sacramento kings fan, i can't fault you for hating the lakers. we kicked you out of the postseason a time or three, i would hate us too (but seriously maybe it's time to move on and focus on the kings, other teams seem to be beating you too...). if you live in san antonio and live and die by the spurs, by all means let's start a rivalry. i'm guessing minnesota wolves fans want in on the party too, whatever, the more the merrier. i don't even mind when fans of the "still under .500" cavaliers are screaming the ubiquitous "beat l.a.!" chant. the haters that make me cringe are those blessed little dolts in my neck of the woods who don't follow the sport of basketball in the least but still manage to hate the lakers. what's the point numbnuts? i know lakermania can be hard to avoid, but it's easy enough to ignore. "i don't like kobe, he's conceited." no bitch, he's the best. show me anything you can do half as well as he plays ball and we'll see if you don't have a chip on your block. as it is you are an insipid twit who already has an attitude, imagine if you were even moderately skilled at something? if you can so much as tell me what position kobe plays maybe we'll talk about kobe's ego, but until then don't waste my time with your superficial impressions. yes i'm a laker fan, but i'm also a basketball fan. i can tell you all about jerry west, bill russell, dr j, and george mikan. i know why the shot clock rule was added (hint hint, look up the last guy i mentioned and read about the original shaq from the original lakers). in closing, there are plenty of nba teams i dislike, but it's because i follow the fucn sport. if you don't, don't waste my time. i don't mind chatting with rookies so to speak (and props to legit fans like weaz and mallow), but if you only wanna start ish then move along. j has an even better post on this topic, check out his blog here.

dammit

that look pretty much sums it up. after yet another miracle shot by the great one of this era, the lakers went to detroit and got piston slapped 88-68. after the first two games (the second of which the lakers got bailed out by kobes) this is exactly what i feared: those feisty pistons made it close on our turf, now at home they're not giving so much as an inch, and the lakers have been less than stellar on the road this postseason. in contrast to previous years and series i can't fault the officiating (see lakers vs spurs and bruce bowen playing kobe like a linebacker...), the lakers are just getting outplayed by a younger, healthier team that at the moment seems to want the hardware more. credit the pistons for playing solid team ball, of all the teams in the league this is one of the few that i would not mind seeing take home the trophy (garnett needs a ring sometime also but someone keep the spurs away), but when my boys get this far it's hard to watch them get their butts handed to them. when i saw the score in the second quarter i knew it was a bad game so i avoided it the rest of the night. i know that sounds bandwaggon-esque but it's actually quite the opposite: i take this team so seriously i need to limit the amount of stress it causes me. if i wear myself out now i might not have the stamina (or sanity) for the deciding game. i give the pistons credit for playing their asses off, i only hope the lakers figure something out to at least make it a series cuz at this point it's been all pistons and one kobe miracle. when the lakers lose i am very grumpy, i literally called in sick last year the day after the spurs knocked us out, because i was physically ill. come on guys, for the well being of the omaly, all i ask is for three more wins, i still believe. good thing there is a poker night at beav's this evening, i am going to need a lot of therapy. and by therapy i mean beer.

in other news ryan at MT went all chief squatting bear on me and gave me quite possibly the coolest native american name ever, "walks with pint." never have three words so eloquently and succintly been used to describe the omaly. you can check out the full story in the aim section. all that to say if you don't see omaly on the old buddy list it's because the great spirit came to me in a dream and told me to use the new aim handle and probably dance around a fire or some other native american stuff like owning a casino or something. on a completely unrelated and rather macabre side note, i read a statistic that said 75% of the kittens in those cute little calendars are the work of a skilled taxidermist. have a nice day.

ok some clickables:

mau is famous. next time send in a pic. loser.

what, nobody bid on this? you've got to be shitting me...

mike found some AI software that will chat with you. i haven't tried it yet.

"babelize" translator.

i'm gonna get this for beav.

tite little shoot 'em up game.

addicting astronaut game. you can fling his space ass into planets.

mind-numbingly easy game that i still manage to suck at.

wiffleball. i lost 16 to 0.

our hottie of the week is gonna be kate beckinsale again. instead of a picture i thought i would post her diet coke commercial, you can check it here. quite possibly the hottest commercial i've ever seen. ridiculous.

back from the dead

after making it through two straight weekends in vegas i went ahead and got the worst food poisoning ever the other night. in case you were wondering, a salmonella infection in my intestines is about the worst kind of ill i have ever and hopefully will ever have. i will spare the gruesome details, but in one eight hour span that should have been a night's sleep i went to the restroom at least a dozen times. the lesson of this hurlfest is as follows childrens: before you dig into a bag of beef jerkey, try to remember whether or not it was left in a hot vehicle before consumption. above is a picture of the little bastards that put a sour end to my otherwise kickass memorial weekend. moving on...

well how bout muh lakers, it appears as if they have finally lived up to the hype that has been hanging around them since the offseason and are going to the nba finals. while i always like to see my golden boys take home some hardware i especially wanna see mailman and geepee get some bling for the first time. next season is a big question mark so i gotta take what i can get while it's here. with that said, we still have the pistons to deal with so stay tuned kiddos. it should be a good series but i gotta go with the lake show in 5. it would be sweet to see them wrap it up in la but this scenario would require two laker losses which is unacceptable.

in other news my kid bro got engaged last weekend, what a trip. my how quickly the childrens grow up these days. no matter how old he gets he's always the "little" brother, so it's weird to think of him doing something all growned up like getting murrrred. anyways congrats neris and lil p, you two crazy kids will be awesome. also no hurry to make me uncle omaly.

for the first time in a biblical era we have a new top 10 list to peruse, courtesy of mike's ebay prowess.

i'm not sure but i think this site sells people. i'll take the fishy.

welcome to cicadaville.

someone had some time on their hands.

someone else had even more time. notice the nice welcome text...

kitty clothes

here's a game where you get to eat the poop.

here's a collection of yetisports games.

an addicting little game called ponky.