Rum and Choke

Ahh Monday, the beginning of a new week, new possibilities, and the need to drink lots of water. Part of my dehydration comes a lot of rum, but also from the intense heat we are having here in south Texas. It was a balmy 95 yesterday with about 70% humidity, and I spent much of the afternoon on the golf course avoiding responsibilities at the house. It was fun though to get out and hit the links with my neighbor, especially since I took him to the cleaners. As I was tearing it up (at least in my mind) so was Tiger at the WGC-Bridgestone Invitational at Firestone in Ohio. Woods rallied back to shoot a 68 to go extra holes with Stewart Cink (who had a 69, yeah dude!). It was Woods’ 5th title at this event and even though he wasn’t playing his best golf, we all knew, even Cink, that Tiger would take the title once it went to a playoff. He is something like 100 and 1 (not that much, but you get the drift) when in a playoff. This man is truly amazing at his sport.

Club football is on hold right now as there is an international break this week. We are about due for one because it seems like it has been only days since the last one (that was sarcastic in case you don’t really know me well). I am steadily growing weary of the international matches, in particular the “friendlies” that only seem to result in injuries to key players. Here is to hoping that all our boys come back a bit rested and injury free.


Finally, I thank my lucky stars that I never spent any money to see the movie “Transporter 2” with Jason Statham. The first one was OK, but holy crap is the second one horrible. Some scenes were about painful as a boot to the head from Alex Ferguson. I did go to high school with co-star Amber Valletta, but that is as near to fame as I’ll ever get. Anyway, the “plot” of this movie is that a kid that Statham is protecting gets kidnapped and injected with a virus that gets transmitted as an airborne agent and immediately affects anyone who comes in contact with the infected person. So, in theory, it keeps getting passed on and on and on, killing everyone all who come in contact with the virus. Also, the bad guys have an antidote to the virus. I may not be Doctor Carter on ER, but viruses aren’t immediately curable by antidotes! So, getting back to the completely horrible and impossible stunts, I nearly pissed myself laughing when Statham’s character drove a Lamborgini up to a jet taking off, jumped on to the front landing gear, then climbed up into the plane (computers anyone?). Then of course, when the plane crashed, there were no injuries and they opened the hatch and swam to the surface. Friggin unreal. I really hope he got a lot of money from the film. I loved Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, but Statham has moved on from good films to take on crap action roles. Oh well. Time for me to plan my activities next week.

Adios