JOE'S BACHELOR PARTY IN VEGAS

FUCKING PORTUGUESE CHEATS

My beloved Holland, coached by the greatest striker of all time, the one and only Marco van Basten, fell to a bunch of Portuguese cheats who went down screaming in pain as if they were shot in the face by Dick Cheney (I doubt even that 78-year old guy reacted as badly as these Portuguese sissies) everytime a Dutch player made contact with them.

Fuck Portugal. I hope England, as much as I despise them, beats the crap out of them in the quarter finals.

CRAPPY AMERICAN COMMENTATORS

It is flat out amazing how terrible the World Cup commentators on ESPN/ABC Sports are. There is so much stuff that comes out during the matches that is flat out WRONG. Someone should inform management at Walt Disney that they have a bunch of morons who don't shit about football commenting on the biggest event on the planet. I have resorted to watching all matches on Univision even though I don't understand a word of Spanish. At least my ears can be spared the garbage on ESPN/ABC Sports.

TRIP TO VEGAS

Just got back from a 4-day trip to Vegas for my buddy Joe's bachelor party. Did not do too well at the tables. Left Vegas $170 poorer from my adventures on the blackjack tables and the video poker machines. One of the highlight of the trip was meeting up with my uncles Richard and Raymond and Raymond's family. As the days go by, I am growing more and more appreciative with any time spent with my family members and my old pals from Singapore. Maybe it is time to make the MOVE back home. I can definitely smell it coming.

Uncle Raymond and Ronnie

(L-R) Uncle Richard, me, Uncle Raymond

DINNER @ CAFE IBERICO (6/3/06)