Sunday, October 5, 2008

Kimbo v. A Real Fighter

And my prediction came true. Kimbo steps in with fighters that haven't been washed up for years, and he gets dropped like bad habit. Sadly, outside of Brock Lesnar, mixed martial arts has no other real stars that are known outside of people who already follow MMA.

The truth is reality is a bitch. Your internet fame is all for nothing if you can't back it up. The next fight he is in will be crucial. Either he crushes a real fighter and can call this beatdown a fluke, or he fights another washed-up and stays a short-lived sideshow attraction.

My advice: Make the next year count. Get some sponsorship money, sign a big ticket fight and retire. Open a nightclub, a gym, or both and never step in front of another camera again.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Friday, September 26, 2008

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Downward spiral

I work at a school. I'd like to say I am a teacher, but to say that would mean I assume the kids are learning anything and that is a broad assumption.

Most of the kids are ok, but there is a growing number that it just seems like they parent don't give a damn. That makes the kids not give a damn and it seems like they get a little dumber every year. I hoped it was the other way around, but no...

I look at people like my dad and uncle, and it seems like they can do damn near anything. They fix cars, build houses, and all other types of skills that I can't compare with. I'm a college educated man that has had to learn the skill set needed when you have hit damn near rock-bottom, but they can do so much more for themselves than I can. I tend to feel like a dumbass around them.

I stand before a classroom full of kids every school day that I genuinely like, but they seem so dim. It makes me sad and I want to know how to reach them, but I don't know how. I guess I could pawn it off and say that they have to want to learn, but I don't know.

So what do I have? A website full of people that can't pour piss out of a boot even when you write the directions on the sole and the clip of them and their 15 seconds of e-fame.