Author: Jefe

March Madness is over, and I am little bummed.

K-Dog wrote recently, “To be a sports fan is to come to terms with loss.” I was walking around barefoot in the back yard, and thinking of stadiums full of people and thinking of a guy I never got to see play who used to do the same thing in left field, just walk barefoot in the grass and smell it. I intended to revel in spring and warmer weather, but I was thinking of something more specific.

I was thinking about baseball and about basketball. Night and day, right?

Yesterday was opening day, and I was stuck in an office. Just try and stop me from turning on the game, I dare ya. Thankfully no one did, my boss is a baseball fan too. I marvel at cretins who think baseball is “boring” or “too slow”. I equate them with people who think chess is “like checkers but with taller pieces.” Kevin and I love baseball, it’s the reason we got cable.

That said, I was thinking about baseball, and the passing of March into April. I was bucking myself up with it, and the thought of the impending Quest for Lord Stanley’s Cup. (Warning: Rabid Hockey fan here) Then, I clicked over to tornadomagnet, and read Kevin’s take on being a sports fan. Sports is about losing as much as it is winning, and I know the let down must be worse for the players. I try to think of how great it must feel to hit a homer on Opening Day, of the Astros opening in the park that finally bears their name and not a sponsor’s, of skipping school on a Monday to be at opening day, of Hot dogs and beer and the sun on your face and grass as far as white chalk foul line can see.

But, in the back of my head I was also thinking about a handful of good kids. Of a handful of Indiana kids whose season is over. Seniors who won’t get to play for their schools anymore, even among the winners. Kids who watched the tourney from home, kids whose hopes and dreams had been far above the rim. So for kids like Jeffries and Fife, like Jason Williams and Juan Dixon, like my own Texas Tech Red Raiders, I hope they can do what I did.

Watch a baseball game, guys. You all earned it.

Often, when watching sports, I am astounded by the human ability to TALK FOREVER ABOUT THE BLATANTLY OBVIOUS! Today, it happened again. I am refering, of course, to sports announcers never ending need to inform us of the team of the moments “Keys to Victory”. This happens most often on big games, though it seems to pop up more and more every year. “So, Bob, what do the Browns need to do today to win this football game?” “Well Stan, they need to score points. They also need to stop their opponent from scoring points. Now, bear with me because I know this gets tough to follow and you may need a slide rule to figure out my premise here, but essentially, the Browns need to score MORE points than the OTHER TEAM to win.”

It happend tonight, as Zuzia, Kevin, Sarah, and I were watching the NCAA Women’s Championship game which UConn won handily, finishing off an unbeaten season. (Congrats ladies!). Just before the game, one announcer asked the other what Oklahoma needed to beat Uconn. Seriously, I would have given my right arm for the announcer to say something original.

“Well, Dan, I think what the Sooners really need to be victorious here tonight is just a pinch of Oregano. Not too much, you don’t want to overpower your sauce or your transition defense. Just a pinch will do.”

Anyone want to know what I did for Easter? To celebrate the resurrection of Christ, I mowed the yard. Well, the back yard, anyway.

I’ve been thinking about my contribution. (Apprently, I am not the only one ). How relevant is what I am doing, right now? I was thinking it as I walked back to my truck after my day shift at work. I was going over in my head some of the things my boss has accomplished, like starting as a piano player in a club and owning it in less than two years. Like the fact that he has done so now for twelve years, and this seems to be his “life’s work”. Like the fact that I am putting a lot of time in lately helping him with his life’s work, and wondering about how dedicated to my own I have been lately. That’s when something important hit me. It hurt. (just kidding)

What hit me was the way I was using the term in my own mental conversation. I was, in fact, talking to myself. I do that regularly, often out loud and in public. It’s the sign of a creative and inteligent mind being too closed up and struggling to get out. That, or a lack of proper medication.

However, I digress.

I was using the term “Life’s work”. Everyone has been talking about their job lately, or their lack thereof. Mine is slowly but surely consuming more of my time, and this site, as well as my other creative endeavors, have been on hold for about a week. Well, NO LONGER! I am posting everyday, from now on, in at least one section of this site. I will start seeing films again! I will write reviews! I will put my own art into the world, one way or the other. Remember, people, its not about what you do for spending cabbage, it’s how you leave your stamp on others and the collective that counts.

It’s about the contribution.

Blade II

Starring Wesly Snipes, Ron Perlman, Kris Kristopherson, and Norman Reedus

Directed by Guillermo Del Toro

My first ever world premiere, and I haven’t gotten around to writing the review for more than a week. Regardless, this flick kicked some serious mutant vampire ASS! I highly recommend it if you have a little anger management issue or two, if you love goth-chicks and bloody B-horror-movie monsters and hip-hop/metal crossovers and tattoos. In the second installment of what is hopefully a great series of flicks, Blade (Snipes), a half-human/half-vampire hunter of the undead scum who killed his mother and turned her into a bloodsucker returns with a vengeance. First, he tracks and frees his old partner form the clutches of Vampirism, which is apparently a lot less supernatural than we all thought. In this, the guys in the Blade camp distance themselves from other recent Vampire movies (see the review below) but also take some of the horror and suspense out of the bad guys. No matter, because after rescuing Whistler (Kristopherson), Blade is approached by his enemies with an offer of truce and a request to help them hunt and destroy a mutated strain of nightcrawler that is feeding on the normal, fun-loving, neck-chewing pierced and tattooed vamps of eastern Europe. For everyone who worried that in the Post-Matrix era there would never be another really great martial arts fight scene again, worry no more. Here, the special effects steal the show (which in a flick like this is how it should be) and then steal it again and again and again. Truly an eye-popper, never a dull moment, and I can’t wait to get a crew of folks together to dress up like Balde and his squad of vampire commandos for Halloween next year. Anyone interested, let me know. Until then, 4 cell phones, take a big group of friends and cheer out loud in the theater, everyone else will be.

It has been said that clothes make the man. Is it true? I’m not sure. I don’t think mine make me, I think they reflect me. I get compliments from time to time. I am self-conscious from time to time. I consult with my friend Amy who is a fashion design major at UT form time to time. I read GQ and Esquire and Details, but don’t follow them like the Bible or anything. After all that, I can say only one thing for sure about clothes.

It’s all about the shoes.

This all ties into a very important key to happiness. In my many years of wandering and study, I have learned a pretty useful lesson. The Tao of Jefe, Simple Things Ensure Happiness. Dr. Pepper. Music. Pez. Lately I have a new one.

Shoes. (I am such a chick.)

They are really cool though. I bought two pairs of Italian bowling shoes recently, one black pair, one brown, and they are like size 91/2 happiness gear. I’ve been walking on air, no pun intended, ever since. There have been a lot of things in my life lately going the right way, mind you, and it’s not like I was walking around under a cloud. The shoes just made it a little better, and that’s what it’s all about really. Simple things.

Like shoes.

There are times when one puts forth effort and is greatly recognized for it, though they are more rare than they should be. There are also times when one makes an effort to have a little fun, bring a little joy into people’s lives and gather things unto himself that make him happy so he may spread said happiness to those he cares for. Unfortunately, YOU PEOLPE ARE NOT PAYING ATTENTION! Therefore, certain of you (by clicking the link, you know who you are) are now on MY LIST. This is a very real list, bad things happen to those who are on it. I’ll sick Courtney on ya, if I have to.

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