Showing posts with label Candice Swanepoel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Candice Swanepoel. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Hitting the Wall....

SO it appears that I've hit the wall, run out of things to talk about, and its such a fine morning for it too with the downpour washing over the city of New York. This was bound to happen eventually, that's the price when you're a one man gang, trying to bring something new and fresh every day even when nothing new or fresh is happening.


No, that's not the wall I've hit, though I HAVE been thinking a lot about baseball the past few days. This is one of the more disturbing sights that's come out of the game I love though. I just found this photo this morning, and I'm pretty positive that's Gary Sheffield pinning Bubba Crosby to the wall there.

I'm not sure which is more upsetting.... the fact that I can recognize that its Crosby smashed in there from the look on his face, or that it looks like Shef is doing this purposely.


Most of the time life feels like this right here, pushed up against a glass barrier that isn't going to move, yet forces and the places you want to go push you right up against it anyway. Right now I'm just glad I blew this picture up.... don't lie, it caught you too, I think its that eye of his staring at you that does it. This is what Poe was talking about, what drove ole boy to cut up that old man and stuff him under the floor boards.... its that eye....



Sometimes life takes it all out of you, or you give it all you've got until you're brought to your knees. I'd bet this woman here left it all out on the field, pushed until she had nothing left. Those are the ones I admire, not talent, not winning, it's that drive, the WILL to win....

I used to have that once. The real difference is passion.... that desire for something so deep that you can't live without it, that you put everything into getting it. For the first time I really saw what that meant this week.

When I die, all I want is to be able to look back and honestly tell myself that I gave it my all, life that is, that I left it all on the field. I haven't been doing that though, not really. That's going to have to change.


That sounds like some good advice, doesn't it? Some real inspirational stuff right there, the stuff that drives you, gets you going. My father came from that school of thought.... FIGHT THROUGH IT!!!

Except that its counterintuitive. Much of life is that way, our natural instincts tell us to do the exact opposite of what the situation actually requires. When you're about to get hit you naturally tense up, brace for impact, but its that tension that actually causes you to get hurt. Being loose and giving yourself the ability to absorb the blow is what gets you out of there in one piece. Again, that's the balance of the universe, the yin and yang of it.


This is what happens when you use raw power to try to smash through barriers.

I had just finished reading the 33 Strategies of War, another by Robert Greene. I've become a big fan of his. While it wasn't as good as the 48 Laws of Power, and that's possibly because much of it is based on The Art of War, which I know well already, its still a great read with a lot of lessons for everyday life.

These are the exact type of challenges that the book deals with, knowing WHEN to tear down walls and when those walls are keeping the bad men out. It deals with knowing when to use will power and brute force, and when to use speed and finese.


Speed and finese didn't work out so well for this guy now, did it?

Those last two shots were people trying to get passed that wall with the benefit of the best that money can buy, and they still didn't have what it took. When you're driving an old jelopy its an entirely different ballgame, you can't rely on pure performance... things have to fall your way...


Or this is what you get. Yeah... I've ended up here too many times. And you have too from what I've been hearing. Haven't we all?

This is the exact kind of treatment I try to avoid, and the more I try to avoid it, the more it seems to find me. Again, counterintuitive.

That's why it may be a good thing that I'm at the base of the wall. Maybe its time to focus on the important things in life....


That's Candice Swanepoel, now that I know she's a Yankee I think she may be the perfect woman.

With all this talk about Jose Reyes leaving the Mets for the Marlins its gotten back into looking into the game. I ended up buying Moneyball yesterday and started to read it finally, and its been great already.

If you're a baseball stat guy (and I am) you have to look at Slugging percentage. Last year the top 3 teams in Slugging in each league all made the playoffs. The other team that made it to the dance in both leagues led the pitching category in slugging against. OPS, or slugging plus on base percentage.... its the only stat that really counts. You can predict who will win based on that alone.


That there is Jose Reyes, formerly the Mets best player. I hate the Mets, but not because of the team itself, but their fans. They're the type of ignorant asses that are so obnoxious that they make you hate everything that they associate with.

I'm a huge Buffalo Bills fan, and they went to the Superbowl every year that I was in High School. At the time a Jet fan told me that the Jets were better because they had won a Superbowl in 1969, some 25 years before said statement was made. I bring this up because Jet fans.... Met fans.... they're the same people, and this sort of statement is the rule with them, not the exception. I kid you not.

For that reason I can't deal with them, because they are UN-reasonable.


This here is Sandy Alderson, who is a central figure in the book Moneyball, and now the Mets GM, so it all does tie together. I actually liked the moves that he made after the Reyes defection, which will turn out to be a blessing for the team, you'll see.

And now I really can't wait to delve deep into this book. I'm even excited enough to start that virtual baseball league I love so much back up.


Izabel Goulart has nothing to do with any of this. I just found so many hot pictures of her for the archives that I had to include her somewhere in here. Besides, it really lifts things up, doesn't it, makes the whole day more cheerful.

More things having nothing to do with anything, I caught Crazy, Stupid, Love and Our Idiot Brother this weekend for a buck each from the red box. You all know how much I love the red box. They were both great movies. Crazy, Stupid, Love was just real life, solid all around. Our Idiot Brother was on the dopier side, but a nice, uplifting tale. Then again, I like stories about people, and life.

That's all for today though.

Later People!


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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

2011 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show !!!

Once upon a time in the not so distant past if you were to show me a picture of a bikini model, whether it be Victoria Secret or Sport Illustrated, I would be able to tell you exactly who she was and probably stats and bio to go with it.
Adriana Lima

I was working for the NYPD at the time, and my buddy Kris and I actually had a large binder at the office where we kept files on this sort of thing. It had to go back through years worth of swimsuit issues and catalogues. And by now you know I knew the Playboy centerfolds too.

 Miranda Kerr

I bring this up, not because someone brought up the fact that she thought I was gay way back when we were teenagers because I wanted to chill with the guys rather than see her at the time, this isn't my overcompensation for anything, except for maybe my lack in the ability to bring these sort of ladies home with me.

Erin Heatherton

But because last night they aired the 2011 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, which was actually held Nov. 9 or so. This was truly amazing television, and I'll tell you why. Now, I know about as much about fashion as I do about speaking Chinese or delivering half goat half pygmy babies, "Push... what? Not yet? Huh!".... which is to say I know nothing at all.


Right now I'm looking like the cover art from a drunken 70's rockers album. If you threw a cast on his arm here it could have been what I was seeing in the mirror last night.

 Lily Aldridge

So I'm not going to be commenting at all on 2.5 million dollar bras. Let's face it, if people weren't buying them then they wouldn't be making them, would they?

I don't listen to Kanye West, Jay-Z, or Maroon 5 either. Needless to say, there won't be any musical commentary either other than to say it really annoyed the hell out of me.

Alessandra Ambrosio

And the show was so over produced that it didn't feel much different than any other fake ass behind the scenes nonsense. Honestly, the commercials were more alluring.

This special was basically unwatchable, painfully so at times... yet I couldn't look away!

Chanel Iman

Really, it makes all the sense in the world. I wasn't there for the celebrities. I wasn't there for the music. And I wasn't there to see what new styles would be hitting the stands soon, as if I would buy any of it even if I had someone to buy it for. It all looks good to me in a pile on my floor. I was there for the ladies.

Candice Swanepoel

And they didn't disappoint. As if I needed more to prove the power of beautiful young women in lingerie, here I was deep into a show I couldn't stand with my eyes fixated on the screen anyway. And what's not to like? Unless you're a woman yourself who doesn't have it like this, or a dude pissed that they don't have it to get with ladies who do.
Doutzen Kroes

I've stopped having that problem a long time ago now. And as far as just being some sort of perv.... they're underwear models, not only is it par for the course, its to be expected, comes with the job, because that's exactly what they're going for. We all filled our roles perfectly.

Lindsey Ellingson

For those guys out there like me who can't get enough of this stuff, just remember one thing... you're only doing exactly what every male of the species is supposed to do, science backs you up! Our main biological imperative after survival is reproduction of the species.

I explain it all right here.


We are hardwired to want to nail every woman on earth who we think is hot enough to want to make her pregnant. And lets face it... there's no thought process at all. Now that I know the science I'll never apologize for oogling an attractive woman ever again, no matter the age or any other factor.

You should see my dog when one of the females is in heat, drooling with a big dopey ass smile on his face, his eyes glued to her every move.... something takes over, he's a dog possessed! And I do the same damn thing, and so do you. I was doing it again last night watching Victoria's.... Hmmmm!!!

Behati Prinsloo

To be perfectly honest though, I got a whole lot more out of the time I spent watching the movie 13, with Jason Statham and Mickey Rourke, among others. I wasn't expecting it at all, and then this flik just went and got SICK! I'm talking almost Human Centipede kind of crazy, and it really blew my mind. This is definitely the kind of outside the box thinking we need, and I highly recommend it!


And finally, for those of you who give a damn about what a 2.5 million dollar bra looks like, here it is. For the rest of you, its just another really hot picture to look at.

If there's a point to any of this its that really good looks will get people to pay attention to almost any nonsense. And they'll also keep you hanging around long after you've lost all interest otherwise. Good looks simply keep you in the game longer, bottom line, no point fighting this fact of life. So learn to use it for your advantage, just make sure to remember that even the best looks only have about 30 minutes of shelf life.

Then you're going to have to do something more to keep interest... uh... up

But that's all for today.


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