Going...going...GONE?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Wow, its been a couple of days since I've posted an opinion, oh joyous days. I'd first like to start off by saying good bye to former childhood idol and Wrigley Field god Sammy Sosa. Sammy is close to being sent to Baltimore, proving that wishes of Cubs fans do come true, but we should not be totally happy Cubs fans. So now that Sammy's gone, we can give some of that money to J.D. Drew. Wait, this just in, he's been signed by the Dodgers. Oh well, nothing to fear, we can sign Carlos Beltran now. Wait, what do you mean he signed with the Mets two weeks ago. I thought he wanted to play in beautiful Wrigley Field? I thought he wanted to play with a big city atmosphere without big city pressure. I guess he wanted to play with $115 million instead. But more power to him, when Pedro's arm falls off, the Mets are dwelling in the cellar of the NL Least and the Mets fans are sending him death threats asking for their money back, don't come crawling, crying to me. How about Magglio? The perfect slap in the face to the White Sox. George Bell for Sammy Sosa Pt. 2. The man who is on record on saying that he doesn't want to leave Chicago and can see himself playing in Cubbie blue. He's probably gonna take a long term deal to play for the still toothless Tigers. So, what are we left with Cubs fans. Jason DuBois/Todd Hollandsworth dynamic duo in right field? Cubs fans, when you were asking for Holly to play everyday instead of Sammy last summer when Sammy went down, your wish is most likely going to come true. Our final option left is Jeromy Burnitz. So, the Cubs idea of replacing a future Hall of Famer is replacing him with someone who will bat .200 with 20 homers and 70 RBIs outside of Coors Field. Cubs fans, we were better off with Sammy with a cork strategically placed in several areas. Don't get me wrong, I was all for trading Sammy and still am, but I feel we're getting jipped off by only getting Jerry Hairston Jr. and some minor leaguers. They couldn't even use Sammy to get the one thing they needed in the offseason, a closer. And if the rumors are true that he rejected the counter offer that would've sent Jorge Julio (Armando Benitez Part Deux) and Jay Gibbons (who is a younger, better average hitter and as good if not better power hitter than Burnitz) to save a couple of million dollars then someone needs to get fired. If its Hendry, then it's Hendry. But it isn't its those boneheads at Tribune tower. Cub fans, get ready for a long year. On the other hand, get ready, because next year could also be our year.

My 1st Poem

In my creative writing class, my first non-reading assignment was to write a descriptive poem about something without using it directly, by using similies and metaphors and crap like that to describe what you were feeling. Here's my poem, hope you like it.

What is this called?
By Luis C. Medina

The view from the top is nice,
Yet dreary, when you are like a Redwood among shrubs
As if you were a pigeon flying among geese
You’re seen as odd, like a rose; number thirteen
Loose change goes unnoticed, unused, and unappreciated
Especially on the cold wet ground
Like an autumn leaf, after a cool rain
It’s like being the last piece of pizza
All those you came with are gone, and
You’re left isolated and uncertain if you will ever emerge from the
Dark box you call home
What is this called?

Interpret it how you may.

Tales of Wal Mart

Sam Walton wouldn't be proud of what he saw last night if he had gone to Wal Mart with me at 11 pm. Or would he have? A friend and I were at the Wal Mart check out line where I was stopped. I had fewer items than my friend, however there was one problem, I was a little more suspicious. I was stopped for SWBH- Shopping While Being Hispanic. She checked my cart for "additional items" and she checked my bag and checked my receipt. Her reasoning, because she thought the machine was broken, she had to make sure I paid for everything. Look, just because I am young, arrogant and Hispanic, doesn't mean I'm going to rob you. I hope some tall blonde hair, blue eyed southerner had plans of robbing them and executed them just because of the fact they won't stop him. Oh, tales of racisim from the conservative small college towns of America.

The Pit Welcomes Back the King

On a night that Playgurl was in Carbondale for the ladies; and the hoes from Girls Gone Wild were at Carboz night club the King returned to his palace. I made my triumphant and drinky return to the Cherry Pit. It felt great to be back, I was genuinely happy. Like, I was drinking and socializing and eenjoying the scenery and all of the beautiful ladies at the Pit and enjoying the new and most definetly improved look at the Pit. The bar area is extended and has more liquor, there's more dancing room since they took away the strip poles and the infamous cage, it was easier to get beer were some of the changes. Yes, I drank half of a beer, it tasted like piss, but as it went on I enjoyed it a little bit more. I had some strawberry daquiries which I hadn't had in a long time, a vodka lemonade, something else with lemonade and some other alcohol that my boy Nate bought for me. Later, I had shots from the girls that just walk around and offer shots. At that point I was done, or so I thought. I left the dorms with my boy Hoos and my cuz Kristin. By 11 pm, Jameel, Kristin, Sarah, Nate and Calla came. I was in heaven, I felt that things were back where they needed to be. Just like old times, the 14th floor rollin deep at the pit. There, I got more drinks and later it was awesome, like the good ol days of first semester that seem so long ago. Then, like first semester, I did it again, it happened again I found myself buying more drinks for my girls than I was buyin for myself, but that was nothing new. I spent $15, to save your time, on myself, and I spent $20 on my girls. But thats cuz I'm pimpin like that cuz I'm the fuckin king. I was talkin to one of my boys and I was helpin him out wit one of his girl problems and he told me,"Dude, you're the fucking King of this shit, I don't know why you are still single." I honestly don't know why I am still single. It sucks, cuz some of my friends are now leaving at 3:25am and they about to get some booty and me, I'm chillin here writin to myself and to yall who are reading this jus recapping my coochie free night. But that's all good, because I'm better than that. I deserve more than just random coochie, I'm a good guy, and I think I shouldn't be lowering my standards for a night. Instead I should keep my standards where they are, because I honestly would be an excellent catch. I swear, that if there are certain girls that would just give me a chance, I would treat them like fucking queens. I just want one shot, and now I'm thinking about Lose Yourself which is currently playing on my computer. If I had one shot and one oppurtunity would I take advantage or would I let it slip. I've let enough slip during my life. I think I'm in love. Problem is that the girl I think I'm in love with probably doesn't want anything to do with me, but we're pretty good friends. We had some really awesome moments this week and this school year and when we're together, I feel something click inside of me, but I'm afraid. Afraid of another one biting the dust. Afraid of everything that has happened before happening again, as a self-proclaimed "History Buff" I know for a fact that history repeats itself. But I think I'm done talking tonight. I will leave you with this. For my girls: Do not degrade yourself and settle for less. No matter what anyone says get a guy that you will be happy with. You deserve the best, better than me. To my fellas: Keep ya head up cuz your time will come. And if it doesn't you will die pure. I have a feeling that whatever I say tonight while intoxicated, though sobering, will be used against me and will be brought back to haunt me. Oh, and for my ladies again, if something is bothering you and seems to be holding you back--Let it burn like usher.
-The King aka Louie