After watching all the contestants, I picked Miss Mexico Jimena Navarrete to win. In fact, if my memory serves me correctly, I picked the last three or four winners. But then again, I have always been a pretty good judge of beauty. I really need to start betting on this event.
I thought it was interesting that a girl from Guadalajara won Miss Universe as I have been indulging in swooping High-End Mexican girls myself lately. I need to take a trip to Guadalajara soon. I have said it before and I will say it again: Girls are like Drugs, you need to go to the Source.
I keep on saying this, but I really need to weasel a ticket to this event next year and post up at the after parties.
Update: Next time get a better host for the show. That makeup wearing, hair-band balding ponce with the headband almost single handedly ruined the telecast. I had to switch over and watch it in Spanish on Telemundo.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Julieta Venegas A Dueto Con Anita Tijoux – Eres Para Mi
Q: What would you like people to think about you when your gone?
Muhammad Ali: He took a few cups of love. He took one table spoon of patience. One table spoon, tea-spoon of generosity. He took a few cups of love. He took one table spoon of patience. One table spoon, tea-spoon of generosity. One pint of kindness. He took one quart of laughter. One pinch of concern. And then he mixed willingness with happiness. He added lots of faith. And he stirred it up well. Then he spread it over a span of a lifetime. And he served it to each and every deserving person he met.
Smooth. Couldn’t have said it better myself.
A little over 47 years ago to the day, Muhammad Ali got off the canvas to wax England’s Henry Cooper. In his next fight, he would defeat Sonny Liston for The World Heavyweight Title in Ring Magazine’s 1964 Fight of the Year. Boxing, and the World, would never be the same.
I have mentioned on here before that I have really been getting my box on real heavy lately and in addition, I have been watching a lot of old fight tape. Especially, one of my favorites when I was a young cub, Aaron “The Hawk” Pryor.
Many people think that there is no father to Manny Pacquiao’s style. That’s false.
Aaron Pryor fought very much the same as Pac-Man with his awkward skill, blazing hand and foot speed, semi-reckless aggression and crazy angles in his combination punching. I have always used a similar approach of controlled mayhem in regards to nightlife and swooping fly girls.
Check it:
Aaron Pryor – HAWK TIME (highlights)
His fights with the late, great Nicaraguan, Alexis Arguello, were the stuff violent dreams are made of.
The Hawk
The Hawk, always a sharp dresser and heavy partyer, had his career derailed with heavy drug use. But that happens to the best of us.
Check Aaron Pryor VS Alexis Arguello I
Who would win if Aaron Pryor and Manny Pacquiao fought?
I recently finished a pretty dope book called The Man Who Made It Snow by Max Mermelstein, which is about the guy who basically sunk the whole crew depicted in the movie Cocaine Cowboys; Jon Roberts and Mickey Munday. Mermelstein was also personally responsible for making $300 million for the narco-traficantes in The Medellin Cartel and brining in fifty-six tons of Cocaine into America. Essentially, the guy made it snow in Florida.
“I would sell five keys to some colombian for $30,000 a key, or a total of $150,000. By the next day the Colombian had adulterated my pure stuff, just off the plane by 20 percent, adding enough quinine or amphetamine (better known as speed) or inesitol (powdered vitamin B) to produce six cut keys. He sold the six kilos he had crated, claiming it was “pure” stuff, for $30,000 a key, making a quick profit of $30,000 in a day or two.
Some other lowlife Colombian bought the cut key and made it into a key and a half by further adulterating it. Then he sold this hashed-up kilo and a half to black street dealers in measure of one-eighth of a “pure” key, selling twelve on-eights of a key and pocketing his profit.
The street peddlers took their one-eighth of a key and added more cut to double it to one-quarter key, then sold it on the street by the gram, a quarter key becoming 250 grams, for $80 to $100 a gram.
The money derived from the pure stuff we brought in from Colombia kept a huge coke-hungry army of dealers and petty pusher driving their fancy cars around the slums of America’s Cities.
Nobody closely associated with the cartel delt in anything less than multiple kilograms of coke straight from Colombia. We never even saw street peddlers. …and life was sweet”
Two main lessons from the book:
Never drive a car.
You can’t chase a paper trail if there is no paper.
“They say it’s lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch m*therfuckers around you
Nobody’s invincible, no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth” – Guru
People always say, “All he talk about is money. All he do is show his cars.” Most of the time you get that from a broke m*therfucker because they can’t afford the finer things in life. I am a risk-taker. I live in Vegas. You got to be a risk-taker. If I can afford the finer things in life, why not go and get them?
You can’t take none of this sh*t with you when you go away. The only thing you take with you is the suit you got on and hopefully that’s a Custom Suit.
Well said Floyd. Must have been reading The G Manifesto.
Floyd Mayweather Jr. and your your humble author; the only two out there talking about the value of the Custom Suit.
It was an explosive atmosphere at the Citizens Business Bank Arena in Ontario, CA for Saturday night’s main event between Chris “The Nightmare” Arreola, 28-2 (25) and Tomasz Adamek, 41-1 (27). This is the way it would and should be if the heavyweights weren’t considered dead in the United States; raucous action between two giant male humans, a nationalistic set of crowds representing Adamek’s Poland and Arreola’s Mexican-American contingent. Hell of a fight night, folks. The action was all Adamek beating Arreola to the punch in the opening rounds but, toward the middle of the battle, Arreola began to ramp up his violence and started landing heavyweight thunder to Adamek’s former light heavy and cruiserweight lightning. Down the stretch, it was Adamek’s fight to lose on the cards, but anyone’s game in the ring as both men were tired, hungry and landing heavy leather. In the end, however, it was Adamek scoring the win, taking a majority decision with scores of 114-114 (ridiculous), 115-113, and 117-111.
This was the best Heavyweight fight I have seen in a long time. But then again, I can’t even remember the last Heavyweight fight I watched.
Arreola showed a lot of heart in fighting on with what appeared to be a broken hand. Very Arturo Gattiesque.
He also was very gracious in defeat with a very cuss filled post fight interview.
“I hurt my hand in the fifth round but I kept going,” said Arreola. “I hurt it again in the ninth and the tenth real bad. He’s got a hard f**king head. He hit me so hard, I look like f**king ‘Shrek’ now.”
In the undercard, Alfredo Angulo kept up a steady attack against the faster Joel Julio. Julio has the reputation of being a big puncher too, but he never gave himself the chance, because he wouldn’t set himself. Angulo proved that one way to deal with speed is to throw short straight punches, and to keep letting your hands go. As a result, Angulo continually landed the sharper, more damaging blows.
In the eleventh round, Angulo dipped in and to his left. At the same time he let go of his right which went right over the top of Julio’s pawing left. Bang! Flush on the jaw was the impact of the punch, and Julio went down with a thud. He managed to beat the count, but the referee correctly waived off any further action and saved Julio from further punishment. So the fighter with the dog collar earned himself a spectacular victory and the interim WBO light middleweight title.
