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2002-09-14 - 10:47 p.m. HELL YES!!! oh man, tonight was the long anticipated pugilistic showdown of the century. ferocious fernando vargas vs. the golden boy, oscar de la hoya. oscar handily beat fernando's shit talking ass. i'm SO glad. vargas is actually from the city where i work, and i don't know anyone who wanted him to win. he's got a big mouth, no brains, and a bad attitude. he needed to be humbled, and de la hoya was just the man for the job.
yes i love me some oscar. he is very good looking. but, he's also a very technical fighter. he beat vargas with his hands, AND his head. he had the boxing skills whereas vargas only has his streetfighting thug mentality. you can be a big billy badass on the street, but go toe to toe with a trained boxer, and i guarantee the hardest guy on the street is going down. okay, i'll stop. i like boxing. it's tops with me, and my family. big surprise, mexicans who like boxing. anyway, thank god oscar won because vargas woulda been a real preening asshole. no class at all. most of my male relatives can't stand de la hoya. they look at him as a pretty boy. well, he is, BUT, he could kick any of their asses. when i point this out, i get the standard answer, "well, you're a pretty boy too." this is something that my cousins have thrown in my face for years. it's sorta funny because they steer clear of the whole gay thing. none of them has ever thrown that in my face. not that they should. we all get along pretty well. i have one cousin who i grew up with who seems to have a problem with me in general, gay or not. he's a chronic pot smoker who can't keep a job. i also think he has a problem with the fact that i don't have a physical job. most of my cousins work construction. i don't. i love him, and i let his little comments slide. when my nana needed her roof redone, my cousins all went to help. i went too. when i got there he was like, "what are you doing here? you don't know what to do." "no, but, show me.", i answered. his response? he rolled his eyes, and walked away. ugh, let's just let that one drop. anyway, he's the one that really pushes the whole pretty boy thing. who knows, maybe i can't take a joke too well.
yesterday, i got tickets to see the international noise conspiracy,
and division of laura lee. it should be a great show. the i.n.c. are the shit live. so much energy, and style. i'm really looking forward to it. goodnight. |
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