The news that KG will likely miss the playoffs practically ensures a seemingly inevitable title showdown between Lebron James and Kobe Bryant. While this saddens me as a Celtics fan that still had moderate to slim hopes of a repeat, it should be a great thing for the NBA and an exciting series to watch. The highly-touted Lakers versus Celtics match-up last year proved to be a bit of a letdown ratings-wise, but Lebron v Kobe should be able to get ratings on par with the Jordan era Bulls. If not, then the NBA’s funk might be even worse than thought.

Let me just say that my reaction to all this A-Rod shit is “duh!”. The reason being that Jose Canseco hasn’t lied yet and the dumb masses keep ignoring him until something comes out that tells them, “hey, maybe Canseco isn’t full of shit”. I liken it to the idiots on ID4 that appear “shocked” that Area 51 was real even after aliens have already begun invading Earth. Seriously, WTF? Some giant alien spaceships appear all over Earth and then someone says that Area 51 is real and you are shocked? Really? Doesn’t make any sense.

At this point, if Canseco claimed to stick steroid needles into the ass of Jesus I would believe him. He was right about A-Rod and he’s right about more than 2/3rds of the league using it during the early 90s. At this point, it’s non-issue to me. There’s really no way of telling who “cheated” and who didn’t so you just gotta assume that everyone did. It was “legal” in the baseball world, and, according to Canseco, more people were on it than weren’t. A-Rod used, but so did whoever is your favorite player. And, as Kevin Brown proves, it doesn’t matter if the player has muscles or not. Skinny twig bitches used steroids, too.

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While I was walking to the corner store to pick up some liquor and chips for Brandon’s Super Bowl party, I got to witness one of the hottest girls I’ve seen in my life. She was really tall and very thin, but had some amazing curves. Her chest was fighting hard against her sports bra and she had one of the most amazing asses I’ve ever seen on a girl that tall and skinny. I instantly fell in love. If it was the caveman days, I would’ve tripped her as she passed by and drug her back to my cave. But since it isn’t, I had to resort to depositing her imagery into my Spank Bank™ for later use. Maybe I can squeeze one out before I head down to the party!

After having to trudge my way through the snow to get to my car yesterday morning, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really need a flamethrower to carry around. It would’ve made jumping through the five foot snowdrifts a lot easier if I could’ve just melted that shit instead. I could’ve also melted the snow that was piled up on the un-plowed ally that I had to drive through to get onto the main road. Instead, I was stuck for 35 minutes trying to get past this slippery 10 feet of slushy and snowy mess that my rear wheel drive Lexus IS300 just couldn’t manage.

The thing is that I’m not the first person to have this ridiculous idea, as google provided quite a bit of fun crap when searching for “flamethrower snow”, including this image below that was apparently an ad in the early 1970s. The best part about this ad is the comment, “It’s so easy even your wife can do it!” I guess things were a little different back in the ’70s.

I always hate Saturday afternoons when there’s no football on because it always take me a while to figure out something to do to fill up the space that was once always occupied. I’ve just been catching up on Tivo crap and will work in some video games, but I’m feeling a bit restless and need to get out. The thing stopping me is that it’s still freaking cold outside and I still haven’t come close to adjusting to it after living in SF for the past 9 years. I’m become a bit of a pussy!

There is some promising news to report, however. I’ve just noticed that the girls directly across from me and the naked girl the floor below them have been opened up their shades this afternoon. If they stay open for tonight, I may get a peep show for free! If not, then I’ll have to count on Bad Company & Too Human to entertain myself until it’s time to get drunk and party with the hot girls of Boston.

Thankfully it’s nice and toasty in my bed right now, because it’s apparently something like 10 degrees below zero outside when you factor in the wind chill. It’s going to be a dreadful walk to my car tomorrow morning when I go to work, as it’s parked at the Marriott that’s a couple blocks away.

More now than ever I really wish my building finished the garage renovations on time because a spot would be absolute heaven right now. If I don’t post again after this, it probably means that I froze to death on the way to work and you’ll likely see something on the news about them finding a giant and tremendously ugly prehistoric beast looking thing in a block of ice in Brookline.

The super quick surgical procedure was also a Godsend because Brandon was able to pick me up before it got too insane outside with the snowfall. It was coming down hard by the time he got me from Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center and it was already white all over, but the storm had basically just hit at that time so it wasn’t overly horrendous outside.

They’re saying we will be getting up to 12″ of snow and I honestly don’t mind at all because I’m stuck inside this weekend anyway because of the surgery. Really love watching the snowfall, anyway, because it’s almost as pretty as the snow in APF during night games. It can be quite mesmorizing and, thankfully, I don’t have to drive in it.

The pain in the ass gall bladder is set to be removed next week on Friday, December 19th, so this will be my final weekend of partying until after Christmas. I might actually stay in tonight and finish up Weeds Season 4, but tomorrow night will undoubtedly be one for the record books. My boy Harris knows a girl that will be out celebrating her 21st at either District or Gypsy, so the wildness will undoubtedly be off the charts.

I thought that when I left the densely-Asian populated Bay Area that my commute to work would be a lot less stressful. Well, the first four months living in Massachusetts has proven me completely wrong. The white drivers in Massachusetts are HORRIBLE drivers and are as bad as the Asians that constantly tried to end my life via vehicular manslaughter on a daily basis driving to and from work back in Cali.

The problem out here is that it’s a lot harder to spot them early. Back in San Francisco, an SUV with stuffed animals or Hello Kitty stickers all over the windows pretty much signaled to you that you needed to get off the road immediately or face potential death or mutilation. Here in Mass, there’s no tell signs because it can be anyone, including white males, which completely baffles me.

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The quality of the talent at Venu was off the charts yet again tonight. My roll was off, but the night was still highly enjoyable. Good news is that we got the hook-up with one of the guys at the door who throws a lot of events around town so that’s yet another quality connection we’ve made over the past couple of weeks of going out partying on the town. It might be our New Year’s Eve party destination, where we’ll likely get bottle service and seduce the ladies. Anyway, I’m off to dreamland.

I get to work from home today because I have a 2:30PM doctor’s appointment so it didn’t make sense to make the 45 min drive to and from work four times today. It’s cool to have this option, but my chair at home, which I never normally use, doesn’t provide adequate back support. Plus, it’s kind of too quiet and I think my place is haunted…and not by one of those cool cock sucking ghosts.

Anyway, this weekend should be a blast. The plan is to hit up Middlesex Lounge in Cambridge tonight without the angry friend and then tomorrow we’ll be back at Model Central, aka Venu in Boston. I’m expecting the roll to be fierce on both nights and hopefully I’ll come back with some good stories, maybe some pics and if I’m lucky some brand new STDs.

First, every night I’ve gone to Gypsy has been a lot of fun except for that one night where I struck out something like 10 straight times, with five girls telling me don’t bother because I’m too fat (I blame the fact that I shaved and that brings out the double chin). The girls are always hot and we almost always have a great time.

What’s even cooler about it is that the bouncers have seen Brandon & I enough that they have decided to just start waving us in and don’t even bother carding us anymore. The odd thing about this is that I’ve been kicked out of this club twice already and both times I turned into angry Dave and starting yelling “I’m going to fucking kill you!” repeatedly to the bouncer and had to be pulled away. Despite this, we’re getting VIP treatment now. I really love Boston.

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I used to hate Thanksgiving because in San Francisco it meant that everyone I knew was out of town for the weekend and pretty much all the bars were empty because seemingly nobody is from that city and thus also gone for the weekend. I surmised that Boston would be different because while there would be some loss in talent from the girls going to college here from out-of-state that there would be enough coming back home for the holidays to make up for it. Last night at The Estate and then Gypsy Bar confirmed that this should prove to be an eventful weekend to say the least.

It didn’t seem to be that way at first, however. The level of party-going traffic on the train and on the streets when Brandon and I ventured out was pretty minimal. We were starting to think it was a bad decision to come out. Both Gypsy and Estate seemed pretty dead from the outside. What intrigued us was that we kept seeing hot groups of Asian girls going into and leaving Estate so it definitely piqued our interest enough to head inside. While it wasn’t that full initially, upon entering we were absolutely bombarded with the fact that the place was 99% Asian and probably 90% of the girls were rather hot. I hadn’t been in such a high concentration of beautiful Asians since the last time I was in Japan during my IGN.com days. Not even in San Francisco, where there’s a massive population of them.

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I know I said I would update yesterday with a pair of Babe of the Week honorees to catch me up, but I’m an alcoholic and you can’t trust our kind. The big problem with my semi-promise was that it was Matt Murphy’s Tuesday and I didn’t have time for the website. You see, every other Tuesday we hit up Matt Murphy’s Pub in Brookline to listen to our friend and co-worker Geoff Scott play some music. It’s always a great time because the music’s always excellent and the pub is wicked awesome and it’s become a mandatory event.

Last night, however, was a bit sketchy. It was fantastic at the place and I had an amazing time, but I got wicked lost on the walk home — even more so than two weeks ago when the random hot young girl brought me into her home for some coffee. I ended up near Cleveland Circle, which is hella far from where I needed to be and in the completely wrong direction. I also kept trying to take drunken naps on the sidewalk but a very kind police officer kept waking me up and telling me to get home. I begged for a lift at one point, but he said he wasn’t allowed to and that he could only call a cab…but, since I was out of cash and for some reason Boston cabs are anti-credit cards that didn’t do me any good.

I eventually found my way to Beacon St, where my apartment is on, but it was crazy far from where I lived and in completely the opposite direction from where I should’ve been heading. I was so pissed because I just wanted to get home and I took my frustrations out on Brandon’s voicemail. Anyway, the duo of Babes is coming soon. The exact time is TBD, much like the continuation of the World Series that nobody seems to be watching.

Yeah, so I had to call in sick today (well, sent a text message actually) because I woke up to an excruciating amount of pain in both my gall bladder and pancreas regions. Feeling a little better now thanks to one of those hippie gallstone flushes, but I’m starting to think that there’s no getting around me having the procedure to remove yet another of my God-given organs (other being the appendix). Guess that’ll be discussed when I see my doctor next Friday afternoon.

What’s even worse is that it’s cold and rainy right now so I can’t even go outside and stalk all the hot girls that would normally be walking around. Oh, well, I might still try and make it out tonight if I’m feeling up for it so hopefully that will make up for all of today’s boredom. And, no, I won’t be killing my innards with alcohol tonight. If I go, it’ll be partying it up sober style (just acting like a drunken idiot).

Today’s blowout win by the Dolphins over the New England Patriots was extra special because I’m living in Boston and working in Foxboro these days and am surrounded by Pats fans wherever I go. And we just didn’t beat them, we gave them an old fashioned ass whooping and pretty much embarassed them. I kind of wish I would’ve gotten some tickets to see the game in person cause that would’ve been quite entertaining to see. So, my real teams are 2-0 this weekend but my fantasy team is going to lose and I’ll fall to 2-1.

I had yet another fantastic week where I ate healthy every day and worked out each and every morning. The result was a drop of 6 lbs from 317.2 lbs to 311.2 lbs. I capped things off with a fun night out on the town Saturday night where Brandon & I headed over to this place called Privus and got our drink on while admiring the slew of young and extremely hot talent. It was truly amazing out and there were just an insane amount of completely bangable babes all around. My confidence level isn’t at the point where I can do much about it so it’s more for the motivation and Spank Bank™ material to be honest. Nevertheless, a shit ton of alcohol was consumed, hot girls were talked to and an overall fun time had by all.

For those that may have missed the update a little over a month ago, I left my job at Visual Concepts to take on a great new challenge as the lead designer on a football game for Play Hard Sports in Boston, MA. It was really hard to leave my friends, co-workers and my brother in SF, but so far I’m absolutely loving the change in my life both personally and professionally. I really like the people I’m working with and am absolutely LOVING the hell out of the fact that there are so many hot young college girls in this area.

Not only is this city filled with beautiful spank-worthy women, but so is the building I’m living in. I always look forward to taking a ride down the elevator or heading into the gym because there’s a fairly decent chance I’ll see some fine ass girls. For instance, when I went to the gym for some cardio I was greeted with this extremely sexy tall blonde on the stairmaster. Her tits were kinda lacking, but she was very thin and fit and had a really nice pooper.

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The move to Boston has forced me to come up with a brand new ratings system for women. The fact that there are so many extremely fit and tight-bodied young college girls has made it tough to rate chicks on the normal 10 point scale. The problem is that you have a lot of girls that have bodies that merit a 9 or a 10 but faces that don’t quite match it. It’s not that they’re all Butter, but just a obvious mismatch in quality of the face & body.

Hence, Brandon Justice and I have been rating girls on a +/- scale that is based on the attractivness of the face versus the body. Next time you’re out and about you should give it a shot, because it’s really quite fun. We were both downtown doing some shopping for tonight’s clubbing festivities and we would just constantly see a girl and then immediately say something like “minus 3″ or on the rare occasion “plus 1″.

I needed to pick up a bunch of things from Best Buy to get my home entertainment system setup in my new place, so I went ahead and jumped on The T, which is Boston’s train system like the Muni back in SF. It proved to be a very highly enjoyable experience because there were hot bitches galore on it. After my first week here I was ready to rename Boston “Butterbeantown” because I had noticed a lot of extremly fit girls with slamming bodies who had faces I’d rather not look at, hence the addition of “butter” to the city’s Beantown nickname.

However, things have been improving exponentially over the past few days with today’s experience on The T really changing my mind about the quality of women in this city. The best thing is that I’ve been told that things get a billion times better once September comes around and the college girls start flooding the city. I can’t wait!