Kids:

In Bulgaria right now on my old asst Tunde's film '4th Kind' which I'm producing.
Pretty interesting part of the world. It's got that post-communist, nouve capitalist
vibe so it's this mishmash of conflicting styles and sensibilities. You can feel this
kind of seesaw battle between soviet-era pragmatism and the more free-for-all
western influences. It's beautiful city too. Reminds me a lot of Prague. I'm going to
venture out later and take a bunch of pictures and try to avoid getting rolled by
gypsies.

JC

Guys:

I'm about to give this anonymous loaf of sh*t called 'Les Munson' the moment his
mother swore he'd never get...he's going to MATTER, for a few, fleeting, split seconds.
He's going to claim five minutes of somebody's day that he clearly idolizes,
actually taking the time to notice him.

Yes Les, I see you, waving your over-sized placard, with your hair dyed 'Lola' red. Calm
down, make your way up to the front of the stage and let's all celebrate you.

I've got a thousand dollars that says this uber-douche and all-around baiter/hater
doesn't have the necessary balls to tell everybody who he is and what he does.
Put a face on it limp d*ck. You talk a lot of yang...let's see you walk it.

Sorry folks but if I don't shut these sh*theads down, then it makes these trips to the blog the
most tedious part of my day and I don't want it to be that way.

So I've decided to go on a gnat-hunt and wipe them out, one at a time, starting with
this turd. But I don't think he's got nearly the guts it would take to step into a real set of
crosshairs.

This will never happen again for you Les. This is a one-time only invite where you get
a shot to put your life up against mine and pro/con the whole shooting match.
So pull on those big boy pants with the pleats, throw on that clip-on, run the
comb through that rapidly thinning patch and let's get an good look at you champion!

I'm waiting asswipe...name, email, phone #...let's get at it. My speedbag broke and I
need a sub.

JC

Guys:

Watching a thoroughly outclassed Laker team last night, get beheaded by
nearly forty points was bittersweet: I'm a big Kings fan, so seeing their
longtime nemesis getting humiliated by a Celtics team that upon final
reflection, might be one of the greatest teams in NBA history was deeply gratifying.
On the other hand, I was pulling for them because they're were such an
underdog going in and I wanted to see a game seven just for the sake
of a game seven.

Wow. If Lamar Odom, Sasha Vujacic and most of Lakers bench aren't crated
up and shipped out before next season, forget ever making a return trip to the
finals. I don't think I've ever seen a worse defensive breakdown than Vujacic
against Ray Allen. Jesus Shuttlesworth was making my man from Slovenia look
like he'd never set foot on a basketball court. I'm pretty sure at my age, even with my
sh*tty knee, I could have gotten around some of those screens and at least been
within ten feet of Allen as he was raining wide open threes from beyond the arc.

And Lamar? No heart. The guy just doesn't have any heart or at least wasn't in any
hurry to show it. He just didn't look like he gave a sh*t. All of this, in tandem with
Gasol's relatively soft showing, undermined the one man that could make all their
dreams come true: Kobe Bryant...The only guy that seemed willing to trade bump for bruise
with a tough, physical Celtics team. He did everything he could and it wasn't enough
in the end. They locked him up brilliantly.

LA radio this morning will be filled with Kobe apologists, bitching about this and
that but in truth, Kobe, as great a player as he is, and for the modern era, he's arguably
the greatest. He just ain't MJ. Nobody is. Not Kobe, not Lebron, no one. Jordan made
you kill him. You had to kill him to beat the Bulls of old. You had to bleed him out,
beat him to death, burn him alive, then bury the remains.

He never looked on for an entire fourth quarter while the other team continued to run
up the score and openly celebrate with over eight minutes left in the game. It just wouldn't
have happened. Kobe is a miraculously skilled player but still utterly mortal when compared
to Jordan. Nobody did it like him and if he's in his prime last night, playing the two spot
just like Kobe...then we ARE going to that game seven. He takes a middling Lakers team on
his back and gets it done. No doubt about it.

JC