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Tune in to our latest podcast featuring members of the YOMYOMF family answering questions about why the hell we’re talking about sports (fantasy basketball in particular) and opining on the teeny-tiny phenomenon known as LINsanity, a topic that we may (or may not) actually have some insight to. Featuring family members Justin Lin (not to be confused with Jeremy Lin), Anderson Le, Greg D’Auria, Anson Ho, and Jimmy Tsai.
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JIMMY
Most people know of Jimmy Tsai in one of his roles as accountant, fantasy basketball commissioner, or purveyor of athletic sportswear. But what people do NOT know is that under the pseudonym Tequila Rush, Jimmy authored the “mockumography” Go! Opium Pandamonium! Go!: From the Opium Pipe to Saturday Morning Children’s Cartoons. It currently ranks #5,339,475 on the Amazon.com sales ranking list. Amongst Jimmy’s latest ventures is a website devoted to Asians and Asian-Ams in sports entitled beyondbadminton.com.
THIS BLOG HAS BEEN UPDATED AS OF 2:50 P.M. PST ON MARCH 18, 2010. THERE WERE SOME TEXT ISSUES THAT ARE NOW FIXED. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.
Over this past weekend, I had a revelation on a topic that has been pestering my subconscious ever since I was a child. A revelation of “bake your noodle” proportions. Now, before I dive into both conundrum and subsequent revelation, let me preface this all by mentioning that if you were not a fan of the original 80s Transformers cartoon, you may find this rambling just as necessary or relevant as those goddamn accelerator suits in G.I. JOE: THE RISE OF COBRA (in other words, “not very”). However, if you were one of those inquisitive minds that wondered where the hell Soundwave was able to store all those damn tapes that popped out of his chest ad infinitum, then read on!
First, the conundrum (you may not have consciously thought this to yourself–or maybe you did—but trust me, as soon as I finish asking the question and providing the answer, you will suddenly feel as if a nagging itch has finally been scratched). You ready? Here it goes:
“Why the f*ck is Devastator dumber than the six collective Constructicons that form him?”
JIMMY
Most people know of Jimmy Tsai in one of his roles as accountant, fantasy basketball commissioner, or purveyor of athletic sportswear. But what people do NOT know is that under the pseudonym Tequila Rush, Jimmy authored the “mockumography” Go! Opium Pandamonium! Go!: From the Opium Pipe to Saturday Morning Children’s Cartoons. It currently ranks #5,339,475 on the Amazon.com sales ranking list. Amongst Jimmy’s latest ventures is a website devoted to Asians and Asian-Ams in sports entitled beyondbadminton.com.
The crane kick.
Everyone knows it. Who doesn’t get chills up their spine when Daniel Larusso (played by Ralph Macchio) sets up for the kick, Kreese yelling to Johnny from the sidelines, “FINISH HIM!,” dramatic horns blaring as part of the film’s score? It has been firmly embedded in the public consciousness ever since Daniel used it to snap back Johnny Lawrence’s head and win the All Valley Karate Tournament in The Karate Kid.
And since that time, the crane kick has become synonymous with martial arts—at least in America. How many times have we seen someone idiotically assume the crane kick stance when trying to show that they’re ready to unleash some martial arts on yo’ ass? All this despite the fact that the move itself was just a figment of screenwriter Robert Mark Kamen’s imagination, with no ostensible basis in reality.
As both an avid fan of cinema and an out-of-practice martial artist, I’ve always wondered: is it a real move? Or is there at least a real kick that’s reasonably similar? Can it be accomplished in real life? Would it even work?
Wow. What’s up with all this angry energy permeating everywhere recently?
If it’s not an idiot congressman disrespecting our President it’s venom from sports fans all over an athlete’s sex organ. I coudn’t run away fast enough from stories of people rooting for Leno to fail, threats of tennis balls going down throats and Kanye being Kanye. Holy shit! Even my fellow offenders got hit with a bit of the anger bug. Must be the Indian summer or something.
But hate no more, I think I have a solution. Let’s call it the Big Head Hypothesis. This theory is simple and should bring much needed peace, joy, and calmness to our world.
