Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The Ultimate Fighter Finale was fantastic.



It was a good night for Antonio Nogueira. Two of his fighters fought their way to six-figure contracts with the UFC. Based on Maria And Brothers Family Predictions, I rule the wins as upsets.

Ryan Bader won light-heavyweights and Efrain Escudero won lightweights. I really thought Vinny Magalhaes would smash Bader, maybe because Bader is a wrestler and Magalhaes is jiu jitsu. Bader was careful to stay on his feet and eventually defeated Magalhaes by KO.


One theme of the finale seemed to be that wrestlers are underappreciated. One announcer mentioned wrestlers have extraordinary discipline that carries over from their wrestling career. This is something I can attest to having a brother on the varsity wrestling team. The things those kids go through for their meets are intense.

The Escudero/Nover fight was amazing. The two are both from Team Nogueira and were training partners during the season, which made the dynamic interesting since they knew so much about each other. Escudero won by unanimous decision after a greulling three rounds. That's a fight I want to watch again.




For all of you who missed it... videos should be up on mmalinker soon. They're also on MMA Root.

Joe and I finally concluded that the mystery spot below Frank Mir's lip is, in fact, a scar. Not a piercing or flavor saver. I can sleep now.


Thursday, December 4, 2008

We've been through so much this season...

The adrenaline is rushing.

Just watched two hours of qualifying rounds for the Ultimate Fighter finale.

I am shocked but so happy Junie Browning lost. I really thought he was going to win because he's mentally insane and should be committed. But I forgot that he's also a whiny little baby who gives up easily. Oh well. He's out.

Pretty freakin excited for the season finale December 13th. Especially for the Vinny Magalhaes and Ryan Bader fight. They're both so dreamy.






What I'm MOST excited for, however, is the December 27th UFC 92 match, Mir vs. Nogueira. I'll take this opportunity to put my money on Nogueira.



The most exciting part of this match is that I'll be able to watch it with my brothers instead of just myself! Yea! Then Joe can shush me in real life instead of over AIM.


Maria: this is going to be sweet
Joe: shhhh lets see what happens
Joe: predictions?
Joe: i think junie will win
Maria: hmmm
Maria: i think so too hah
Maria: submission? or points
Joe: knockout
Maria: hmmm
Maria: interesting
Maria: here we go
Maria: shhh
Maria: why dont they put weight
Joe: shh

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Mommy?? I'm sick!!

Tonight I downed some more NyQuil. It's my third night doing so. This is combined with a gigantic pill of Amoxicillin and a couple squirts of nasal spray.

MAN! Being sick sucks. It's times like these I regret not getting a flight home for Thanksgiving. All I want is my mommy and daddy to take care of me! That's something I'll never be too old to want.




This evening, my brothers and I all cringed at the Ultimate Fighter in unison, albeit from different locations around the country. Those fighters took pranking to a whole new level! MAN! Peeing in your own fruit basket to find out who has been stealing pieces of watermelon? Even Chris wouldn't go that far. At least my brothers and I are on Verizon so texting is free.

Me: Are you watching this?!
Steve: HAHAHHA YES! This is gross.
Joe: What's his problem? He should be beating all of them right now.
Me: This is going to get ugly.
Steve: Real ugly.
Joe: Haha yea.
[Insert scene where fighters eat almost hatched animal eggs, including partially formed embryo with head and eyes fully visible.]
Me: I'm going to puke!
Joe: I just did a little.


(some things will never change.)

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Practicing my dance moves.

Thursday night I caught the second showing of Americas Best Dance Crew. The season started off stupid (umm... Sass Times Seven, anyone?) but it's picking up. ASIID is disappointing. I'm still rooting from them because they're from Detroit and, deep down, I know they can kick ass.

My mind wandered as I watched the show. Things that crossed my mind included, but were not limited to:
  • Mario Lopez is annoying and should have given up with the A.C. Slater legacy, which would have been far better than this.
  • I wish I could dance.
  • Shane Sparks is the man. I love when he gets really excited by a group. This show suits him much better than So You Think You Can Dance.
  • Mario Lopez is corny and should be bitch slapped every time he says something stupid. Which happens to be every time he opens his mouth.
  • Lil Mama needs to check her attitude. She has been in a bad mood for the past two episodes. Someone needs to pull her pony tail out of that awful hat-with-a-hole-carved-in-the-top so her blood can circulate properly.
  • I wonder if Lil Mama is an alien?
  • We need to form an office dance crew and compete next season. (Yes, you too Nick.)
Watching these dance competitions always remind me what a bad dancer I am. Last semester, Noelle and I were bored one day and decided to search for Harlem Shake videos. We found a very interesting teach-yourself instructional by some spazz with a fake grill in his mouth. We practiced for an hour but our dancing endeavor ended tragically. Most people can attest to the fact that I still look like I'm being tasered when I dance.







Give it a go. Don't hurt yourself.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Tila. I'm coming for you!


Poor Tila. I just don’t understand. She’s gone through two entire season and still hasn’t found her true love. The poor thing. If even the writers of her heart wrenching “reality” show can’t construct a character for her to fall in love with, she’s doomed. Maybe Kristy will have a spin-off now. At least it’s over.

The way Tila growls “a SHOT AT luuuuuurrvv.” She should have stuck to posting naked pictures of herself on the internet. Oh wait. She still does that doesn’t she? Whatever. Obviously she’s not really bisexual. If she were, she and Danny would be living happily ever after somewhere in San Francisco.

Before plaguing cable television with poorly scripted filth and nonsense, Thien Thanh Thi Nguyen (thank you Wikipedia) was a sheltered kid in a gated Buddhist community who eventually fled the south for big city where she worked in a strip club and began her desperate search for attention via a cold pole and the internet.

But before New York, T-cubed was confused about her race, started using drugs and decided to join a gang. She claims to have punched a girl with braces and rubbed her mouth into the ground. What a bad ass. They should have caught her on Intervention before it was too late.





See you for season three Thien Thanh Thi Nguyen!!!