Here's today's junk drawer for your pleasure.  I'm a Duck fan so I hope they win, if they do not prevail, then I'll be happy for my Beaver fan friends.  I won't be happy about them saying, "At least we went to the Rose Bowl," for the next 100 years, especially after a loss.  But I'll be happy for them until after the Rose Bowl.

You can put your pre-, post, and in-game thoughts or predictions here.

Go Ducks!

via www.salem-news.com

Back in the day I wrote a little diary asking friends to share a little about themselves.  I don't want too much information, just a little of where are you from, or where do you live?  Why did you became a Blazers fan, or when did you become a Blazers fan?  Do you have any hobbies, and do you part your hair?  Feel free to share anything you want, as long as it's not naughty, and it will not make stalking you easier.  Blazersedge is a stalk-free blog.

Here are mine:

• I moved here from Portland and now live in Honolulu
• I'm in my 30's, married with a cat, and a dog
• I became a Blazers fan in the late 1990's while hanging out with a bunch of Blazers fans in Eugene 
  
• I don't have any real hobbies
• I don't part my hair
• I like cheese and beer

I found this photo of a naked chick and wanted to share it will you all:

via www.nextnature.net

You can read about the naked chick here.

The Blazers are currently sixth in the Western Conference. That means if the playoffs started today, they would probably face the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in the first round of the playoffs. So far so good if you ask me, because I imagine the Blazers will have a tough time holding that sixth spot. Most experts agree they will most likely end up with the eighth seed.  If that happens, they will probably face the Baltimore Ravens in the first round of the playoffs.

Batum gets no love as a top rookie by some dude from Sports Illustrated. He probably thinks Batum is a bust. He likes Rudy at number four though.

I kept saying to my wife, over and over again, that the Minnesota Timberwolves are ugly. I think they have to be the ugliest team in the NBA. Don’t worry. I’ll throw a poll at the end so you can vote.

When I got to work, I discussed the subject with my Laker friend. We both agreed that one really good looking guy or really ugly guy on a team can really influences the results. Robert Swift of the OKC Claim Jumpers was our point of reference of an ugly guy on a not so ugly team and LeBron James filled that role as a good looking guy on a pretty ugly team in Cleveland.

This subject has been discussed many times on Blazers Edge. Normally, the discussion was centered on individual players instead of teams. Some past links for your review.

OK ladies, our turn… by Jorga December 2, 2006

Fun Question:Best Looking& Ugliest by soulja2boy February 2, 2008

Ugliest Player Ever. by RipCityRoyCity July 2, 2008

NBA UGLY — THE TOP 5 UGLIEST PLAYERS IN THE LEAGUE from ALL NBA ALL BASKETBALL.COM (Never heard of that webpage until today.)

And finally

Controversy by Dave October 30, 2006

How about no politics?  Everyone seems to be either angry or gloating.  Lets turn the hate back onto our players and coaches where it belongs.  Back in the good old days people hated the Blazer's opponents instead of each other, the coaches, and the players.

I've had text messaged and e-mails about the election, so I don't need to read about it on a Blazers blog.  It is also all over the TV and internet.  There's about a half dozen posts discussing how much people hate Outlaw so let's let him have a day off as well.

Aloha friends,

I mentioned in the last junk drawer, and cannot think of a better place to share this story. I am going to mention my dangling bits more than once, so if you do not like seed factories, then maybe you should just skip down to the comments. I will ramble a little bit at first, so that you will not get hit in the face with my bollocks, as you skip to the comments.

Sunday, my company threw a softball tournament. It started at 8:30 AM and if our team lost the first two games, we could have finished by 11:30 AM. Instead, we won the first game by 13 runs and the second game by 9 runs. I work the night shift and I half-heartedly wanted to lose the first two games, just so I could go home and go to bed. Worst case scenario occurred, and I had to play in four games, only to lose the championship game.

I took a lesson learned from the Blazers preseason and did not train that hard in the off season. I only attended one practice last Friday. I did the splits then, so I bought some cheap cleats to prevent the splits from happening again. I did not realize that cleats are slippery on wet concrete and fell hard on my hip while walking to the park. It was a not so nice start to the day, and somewhat of harbinger of my day to follow.

By the middle of the second game, I felt like my inner thighs were on fire and I accumulated more aches and pains as our team progressed. Much like the NBA playoffs, just about everyone on the team was either hurting or injured in the finals.

The tournament ended around 4:00 PM and I walked straight to Long’s Drugs and bought some Bengay for my muscle aches.  My feet hurt, my shoulders hurt, and everywhere in between hurt. The area giving me the most pain was my inner thighs. I could hardly lift my legs to take some stairs, and almost fell twice from dragging my feet.

I got home, took two Advil, showered, then put on a pair of boxers and grabbed the Bengay. I know from an old Rob Lowe movie that Bengay will sting in the naughty region, so I gingerly applied it to each of my inner thighs. I was not careful enough and almost instantly experienced a burning sensation.

When I applied the Bengay, I went a little high on my left thigh pit, and it started to burn. I thought I could tough it out, and after about five minutes of agony, I ran to the bathroom to put a cold towel on the affected area. I failed to consider on my trip to the bathroom that my boys would be free to roam around in my boxers.  They took the liberty to visit both my thighs. By the time I was back in the living room, my crotch went from a one alarm fire to a three alarm fire.

My marbles and my left thigh pit were burning like a bed in a Midnight Oil song. The only thing that helped was to soak a towel in cold water and sit on the couch practicing Lamaze breathing. It took about 15 minutes until the burning subsided. All in all, it was a well rounded day filled with pain.

Alas, that was not the end of my misery. I wrapped up the agony by rubbing more Bengay on my shoulder then rubbed my eye. Bengay burns there too.

Your pal,

Tom

Boy, what a difference a day makes.  Yesterday there were six FanPosts about the Sacramento game and a FanShot or two.  Today only one about the Golden State game and it is of the negative cookie cutter variety, that always pops up after a loss.

I want to link these two FanPosts that are a day apart because I think it is funny.

Everyone seems to be ignoring Trout's game... 10/07/08 & travis outlaw 10/08/09

Every time I watch Commando or Soul Man, I think, "I can't believe Rae Dawn Chong is Tommy Chong's daughter."

Also, when I think of Commando, I think of Bennett, and wonder if Dave dresses like him.

via ramblingrhodes.mu.nu

Also, isn't it cool that today's date is 10-9-8?  It must be a sign from some sort of deity that the Blazers will be in the playoffs this year.

I'm sitting in front of my work computer eating Green Tea Wasabi Peanuts wearing a ladies XL shirt and make up.  They just filmed a commercial in here and took a lot of photos of me.

During the shoot the director told me not to touch my face and as soon as he said that, my face started itching.  They took some close ups too.  Made me wish I checked for stray nose hairs and did a touch up on the unibrow. 

I am wearing a ladies shirt because they ran out of men's shirts.  The two guys to my right are wearing make up and a ladies shirt too.

I was on the news once for a D-Day ceremony and another time because some folks wanted a stop light installed near my house in Eugene.  A news lady knocked on my door and ambushed me for my opinion on the stop light.

Have you ever been on TV?

Oh man, if this article is not junk drawer worthy, I don't know what is.  The new Chinese guard going to the Lakers, Sun Yue, does not want to be called, "China's Magic Johnson," he wants to be called "Monkey King."  That is the coolest nickname ever!

Already Chinese fans in Los Angeles are calling him "Sun Wukong," after the mythical "Monkey King," the legendary simian hero of the Chinese Buddhist literary classic "Journey to the West."

"If they want to name me after the fighting Buddhist master then I guess that will make me a bit more literary," Sun told journalists.

"For the fans to already have these kinds of plans (to name me Monkey King) is really great support for me."

No junk drawer yet, so I thought I would share my favorite cancer story.  Sometimes laughter is the best medicine.

My friend Jason had a brain tumor removed from behind his forehead, and he now has a huge scar that goes around his hairline.  He was visiting from Oregon and I took him snorkeling at Hanauma Bay. It is a snorkeling park in a collapsed volcano crater that is not too far from our home.

We were there for a couple of hours, both in the water and just relaxing on the beach.  Afterwards we were rinsing off at some outdoor showers near the restrooms. As we were rinsing off a gentleman and his wife started using the showers to my left.

The man next to me starts talking and I was not sure if he was talking to me, Jason, or his wife. He said, "You know that ring you get on your face from wearing a snorkel mask?" Jason and I still were not sure who he was talking to and then he said, "You still have a ring on your head; it almost looks like you had skull surgery.  We realized he was talking to Jason. Jason said, "That’s because I did have skull surgery." The fellow replied, "Oh really, why?" Jason said, "I had a brain tumor."

After that, the poor fellow had trouble talking because his foot was in his mouth. The next thing the guy stuttered was, "Well everything is alright, right, because you’re here?" Jason said something about "being okay and on chemo," and then we walked off.

I tried to be good and not laugh. About 10 feet from the shower I started laughing uncontrollably. Then Jason said, "How bad does that guy feel now?  We both agreed that the poor guy must have felt pretty bad.

Links:

The V Foundation

Stand Up To Cancer

American Cancer Society