wooferstl

Busy day working at home yesterday. Robert came over to help me limp the wooferJeep down to the garage; Clutch problems, this time. At least i hope it is. If its the whole tranny, it may be curtains for this topless wonder. When He stopped by, i was busy working and still hadn't gotten dressed, so i asked if He could take Buddy out for a break while i got ready. Minutes later - i hadn't even gotten my shorts on - He came in going "ow, ow, ow...". He'd tripped and tried to catch himself on the house next door but instead hyperextended his shoulder or tore a tendon. Fortunately i had some leftover hydrocodone and that seemed to help. We got the jeep to the shop and got some lunch.

Later we met everyone down for happy hour. In the middle, i took Robert over to Walgreen's to get Him a sling which helped out immensely. i drank way too much vodka and had even more once we got home while watching Matt, Jake/cweleatherman and Josh/fuzzywuzzycub play L4D on the xbox. By all rights i should have had a massive hangover this morning, but i felt just fine and we got out and took on the day.

themonkeybear and kalzabar at happy hour. Caption this picture

wooferstl

( underwear...no more exciting then the Sears Roebuck Catalog )

paladincub21

My next "try to recreate this movie scene and see if it could happen" task for you: the final fight scene in "Bloodsport." If you were blinded by an illegal substance, could you then proceed to beat the hell out of someone like Chong Li? I want UFC fighters to keep trying this until somebody pulls it off. First, blind yourself with a burning substance. Second, start throwing sweeping 360 kicks in the general direction of where you think your opponent might be because, again, you're blind. Can you still win the match? I say no. Call me a cynic.

Please don't think I'm against "Bloodsport," the defining Van Damme movie for me and an action flick that holds up surprisingly well. I just had a little trouble with the blinding part. Just a little. Five minutes later, you forget about it when Van Damme goes to see Ogre from "Revenge of the Nerds" in the hospital and returns his Harley Davidson bandanna. Ogre takes the bandanna but holds onto Van Damme's hand. They have this exchange:

Ogre (intense, eyes crossing even more than usual): "Any time, any place, anywhere. You need me, I'm there."

(Cut to Van Damme's girlfriend, an '80s chick with a pseudo-mullet who was never seen again -- I mean, EVER, not even as the fourth lead in a Shannon Tweed Cinemax movie -- trying not to choke up.)

Van Damme (fighting off tears): "I love you my friend."

Here's my question: Has there even been a better moment in a worse movie? Even with Versus running "Bloodsport" on a 24-hour loop right now, I still can't get over it even on the 17th viewing. In fact, I always have to stick around and keep flicking back until they show it. Where did that moment come from? What prompted Van Damme and Ogre to morph into DeNiro and Pacino from "Heat"? Was everyone on the set completely floored? Did the stunned director let a few extra seconds pass before going, "Um, cut! Cut! We got it! Wow! I mean, Wow! Wow! Fellas, I'm blown away!"

Q: Hey Bill, I saw your man Ray Allen at a bar in Hartford on Saturday night. After getting over the shock of seeing him, my boyfriend turned to me, very serious, and said, "OK, go have sex with Ray Allen and tell me how it is." Would you make that offer to the Sports Gal for any sports figure? If you did would she be offended? Because I wasn't, and I think maybe I should have been.
-- Jen S., Newington, Conn.

SG: Yup, these are my readers.