Buried Under 235

I’ll start things out today with one of my worst workouts ever. Most of the time when I talk about attempting to get all buffed and roided out, it’s a good day in the gym, but not this one. I was feeling good. I started out today by doing some Chest. As I was into my bench press, I figured I’d go up sort of heavy. I went up to 235 pounds today and wanted to get rep it a few times. I got the first one up pretty easy and wanted to try another. As I brought the second one down, I almost was able to get it, but I got BURIED! For those who have never been buried when lifting, it’s not fun times at all. So I was sitting there with nearly 80 pounds more than my weight crushing my chest. I tried rolling it down my body to where I could get some kind of force to overturn it. No luck there either. So I had to pull all stops out and do what I knew would hurt me and it did. I had to lean to my right (just picture me laying there on my back with this jamming into my chest) and let the bar and weights go crashing down. While this process was going on, it gave me a bruise and cut on my lower ribs and I was “busted wide open” as Jim Ross, the WWE announcers would say, near my bellybutton and drew blood. Instantly, my workout was shot. I still managed to hit Shoulders, Biceps, and Triceps, but nothing to write home about. This is only the third time I’ve ever gotten buried while lifting in what has been over 10 years of lifting steady for me, without ever missing over a week of action.

Now onto things that are more relaxed. When I left off last night, my boys Cork and Posey came over to do battle in pong at around 1:30. Posey is living near Baltimore now, so he can only come to the mean streets here once a week for card night with Cork. He hasn’t played pong in a while, but he got right into the thick of things. His game is similar to Spank’s in that he uses a real heavy paddle with a ton of padding to get the spin effect, while I use the lightest paddle I can get of wood, no padding. Just the type of players that infuriate me to no end, but they do a good job of playing that game. Here I am wanting to just murder the ball and put it away as quick as possible and they bring the slow spin stuff that can mess with your head. It’s a conflict of styles and always interesting to see how it goes down. Posey did some trash talking to Cork before I guess and said that Cork couldn’t beat him. Cork busted out the hickory stick and laid it to him a few games.

My digital camera came today in the mail today too, so that was nice to see. The thing is so tiny. It can fit in a pocket easily and is simple to use. I haven’t done a lot with it yet, but I made a good buy I believe. I’m scared I’ll lose it at that size though, but we’ll see how that one ends up. I ended up getting the Sony Cyber-shot 4.1 mexapixel. This is the first cam I’ve had that uses AA batteries. Weird going from a lithium battery in my old cam to a cam with AA batteries. That’s a step down instead of a step up, but it seems to work just fine, especially that I bought a battery charger for it. It’s the rechargeable Ni-MH batteries for the computer geniuses out there.

For those not caught up in Lobstah (shame on you for not being), I’ve been doing a lot of playing on NCAA Football 2005 on GameCube. Me and my buddies are all over this. It seems as if everyone in #basketball does nothing all day long but play this. As a matter of fact, the ones of us online now that are taking a break from playing, are talking together about our accomplishments on the game. Is it a wonder we’re all single? Oh well. When it comes to video game time, nothing can come between that. So far in my Dynasty with Notre Dame, I’m 2-2. I started out rough, but now things are flowing together. My run game and defense is simply awesome, but my passing game has to be the worst out of any #basketball guy. If anyone is worse than me at passing, I feel bad for you. But I’ll run the guts out of it all game and rack up the stats, hoping to gain running back Ryan Grant the Heisman.

ManDingo has a quiz for us, if you haven’t checked his Blog in the past few days..

NCAA 2005 is…

(a) Awesome.
(b) Awesome.
(c) Awesome.
(d) All of the above.

Pop quiz as soon as my hand comes unglued from my controller. Don’t worry it may be a while.

I may have had the greatest Blizzard of all time tonight. I strut to Dairy Queen between games of NCAA and see that they have a new item. Or I think it’s new? Chocolate Covered Strawberry Blizzard. I had to jump all over that one and it’s worth every penny. It’s the same chocolate they dip ice cream cones in, so you know that’s quality.

From about 4:00-6:00 last night, I was due for some new CDs. Imagine that one. I ended up getting four new ones last night. What’d I roll with? I got Adam Sandler’s new one, Shh…Don’t Tell, which is absolutely hilarious. Then I get an older Public Enemy album titled There’s A Poison Goin’ On, one from Texas rapper Big Lurch called It’s All Bad (very good surprisingly for not knowing anything about him before downloading), and Mac Dre’s Ronald Dregan Dreganomics. Cork loaded me up with a few today as well when I went to go workout. He got the 213 album, The Hard Way, which isn’t released yet (213 is Snoop, Nate Dogg, and Warren G) and also Talib Kweli’s newest, Beautiful Struggle.

Thanks to TheFreak of #basketball fame for providing us with this story he found:

This guy down in VA basically grew up in a low-income family, and his dad used to take him to Prince William Pirates games. A minor leaguer there signed a ball for him, and being young the guy figured the player wouldn't make it big, so he used the ball to play fetch with this dog. The guy who signed the ball: Barry Bonds.

A CD that I’m disappointed in that I haven’t tried to get yet is from one of my favorite wrestlers of all time, Randy “Macho Man” Savage. A CD you say? Yes, he tried to be a rapper. In one song, he bashes Hulk Hogan and it’s funny stuff:



Rapper: Randy Savage – Song: Be A Man – Album: Be A Man

Be a man Hulk Come on don't be scared
Your runnin' from Macho that's what I heard

Be a man Hogan Come on don't be a chump
I never thought Hulk would go out like a punk

Be a man Hulk Come on don't be scared
You're runnin' from Macho that's what I heard

Be a man Hogan Boy you's a chump
Cuz Hulk Hogan is a real big punk