Think Really Hard Before You Register That Domain Name

It seems like these days everyone has a domain name (.com .net .org .whatever). However, how much thought do you put into your new virtual home address? I think you would take careful consideration before laying down the cash to register that name for 1, 2, 5, or even 10 years! Although it seems that alot of people don't take nearly enough time and consideration before heading to GoDaddy.com and registering that domain name of their dreams. So for those of you that rush into things, let me just say that your haste makes waste...or rather you just made an ass out of yourself and it's going to loom in cyberspaces for years to come. Here's a list of some funny URLs where the designer and/or admin didn't think about how people would REALLY read the name of the site.

www.whorepresents.com
A database for agencies to the rich and famous.
How It's Suppose To Read - Who Represents
Translation - Whore Presents

www.expertsexchange.com
A knowledge base where programmers can exchange ideas.
How It's Suppose To Read - Experts Exchange
Translation - Expert Sex Change

www.penisland.net
Find yourself the perfect pen.
How It's Suppose To Read - Pen Island
Translation - Penis Land

www.therapistfinder.com
Need a therapist? Then look here.
How It's Suppose To Read - Therapist Finder
Translation - The Rapist Finder

www.molestationnursery.com
Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales.
How It's Suppose To Read - Mole Station Nursery
Translation - Molestation Nursery

www.gasheating.co.uk
A central gas heating company.
How It's Suppose To Read - Gas Heating
Translation - Gash Eating

www.powergenitalia.com
New to Milan and you need electricity hooked up? Call Power-Gen.
How It's Suppose To Read - Power Gen Italia
Translation - Power Genitalia

A little free advice to all of you out there looking to register a domain name, if you don't want to take a moment to consider how the rest of the world will interpret your URL, then I suggest you just take this easy blatantly obvious route. Just go and register www.imajackass.com (if it's not already taken) to get the humiliation over with. Say it loud. Say it proud. I'm a jackass and now the whole world will know it!

What Happens In Vegas...(you know the rest)

You know the saying "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas"? Well that is true, but I'm going to make a small exception in some areas and leak out a few details from my weekend in Las Vegas. Sound good to you? Now it's probably safe for me to recap most of the CES show considering it didn't contain any explicit sex acts involving a nymphomaniac, a monkey and barrel full on bananas. Of course for just an extra $50 more you could of got yourself in the Adult Entertainment Expo which I'm sure contained a similar act. Unlike the Consumer Electronics Show, I believe the Adult Entertainment Expo was open to the general public and from what I heard, it was packed! I wasn't even aware until the last minute that there was a pornstar convention going on right next door to CES!

The best tech gadgets are also great eye candy. I prefer black and silver,
but this hot pink Razr phone displayed as a Martini caught everyone's eye.
It was so appealing, that all the display phones
were stolen by the end of the weekend!

A porno expo sounds entertaining right? Well I wouldn't know because I didn't attend, but I do wonder what exactly goes on in a porn convention - hot lesbians giving live toy demos? If so, then perhaps I should of paid the extra $50 to see that! Then again, if that interests you, in Vegas you can see those types of acts everywhere...if you play your cards right, some are even free and involve audience participation if you know what I mean. Now try and forget the porn for a minute and focus on technology. CES was a blast if you put aside the fact that you had to wait in line forever to tour the NextGen Home (which was a house of the future) and the fact that celebs like Justin Timberlake, Tom Cruise and others cheezed the atmosphere up a little, there was still much to see and do. So among the booth babes and all those shiny sleek tech gadgets, a few products I felt were worthy of mentioning. Although instead of me writing about them, I'm going to let these photos below speak for themselves. Consider this your virtual tour - The Best Of CES.

More than 150,000 people from all over the world witnessed the introduction of thousands of new products and technologies. The show floor consisted of nearly 2 million square feet of space, giving plenty of room to the 2,500 exhibitors that were setup. The 2006 International CES lived up to its billing as the world’s largest technology tradeshow and made every tech head, including myself, feel like a kid in a candy store! Although we may only be in 2006, it felt more like looking into the future of 2010 and beyond. Of course many of the prototype products that were introduced to the public won't officially make it into production for several years, but it's always amazing to see what some of today's most brilliant minds are coming up with - concept ideas for the everyday Joe to integrate into his daily lifestyle.

The majority of gadgets I thought were pretty cool and useful, but there were some products that I was rather disappointed in and I don't see them selling well if they should ever hit the shelves. Then there were products that made my mouth water and my eyes glaze over, things that blow your mind. However, CES at times can be frustrating, or at least to me it can be. I feel frustrated when I see something and I want to slap my forehead saying "duh, why didn't I think of that or I had that idea, but I could never put it into motion". I have that creativity in me and I see these ideas in my head, I just have a hard time getting them out. I know that is a huge downfall and something I really need to work on if I ever want to be one of those innovative people I saw before me this weekend.

CES only ran during the day, so there was plenty of nightlife to be had during the rest of the weekend. I made sure to make good use of the time by gambling entirely too much, hitting up a few clubs, consuming my fair share of drinks and doing it all while taking in virtually no sleep. Now that's the way to live in Vegas! Any single guy with a half a brain knows it's not exactly the smartest thing to share his Vegas stories, that is if he can even recall the stories when all is said and done. However, I do wonder how I can go to Vegas with $2,000 spending cash in my wallet and come home with just $22 dollars, especially given the fact that work paid for hotel and flight expenses. Hmm. I also wonder why I have a sizable lump on the left side of my forehead - no joke. I can't really see it, but if you touch it, you can feel it and it does hurt somewhat. I know for sure I didn't get into a fight or anything, but how that bump got there, I have no clue.

One thing I did learn in Vegas, that when you go with a group of guys that are more "co-worker status" than "buddy status", they don't help keep you from doing stupid things like your regular buddies do. For instance, don't you think it would of been the kind thing for this one guy to actually tell me that I tipped some stripper with a $50 bill? I mean that was just a dance tip, not even a lap dance and she wasn't even that good looking! What is up with that? Obviously I must of thought I was tucking her a $5. The next day, he let me know of the slipup and he sure got a good laugh out of me blowing $50 on some stripper in one single tip. I suppose when it comes to some things, I should be thankful. Thankful that I didn't wakeup one morning and find a "Just Married" sign hanging in my hotel room and some questionable girl laying beside me who's name I didn't even catch until I see it on the marriage license. So yeah, things could of been worse.

The Best Of CES Photo Gallery

There was no reason for these trippy/hippy neon beads that hung
from the Intel booth. They were just...well, cool.

The folks at Sony were tight lipped about the upcoming PS3,
but it did make a CES appearance.

Freebies are always good. I was lucky enough to get my hands on the new Lexar JumpDrive, displayed here by an unknown hand model.

This oxygen bar just reminded me that we weren't far from CA.
That is sooo LA (and gay) as they say.

It won't massage your "naughty places",
but it will help relax you and take a load off.

A video phone? Come on now, that is so 2000.

Windows Vista will be the new O/S expected this year from Microsoft.

No trip to Las Vegas would be complete without the usual Elvis sighting.

Dumb product #1, the waterproof iPod case...
marketed toward deep sea podcasting divers?

Dumb product #2, the pussy guitar. Who in the world other than
maybe Avril Lavigne would rock out on Hello Kitty?

Dumb product #3, the 24k PC!
Yes, the front of this clear case is made of real gold bitches.

Dumb product #4, not to be outdumbed by the 24k PC, Dell unveiled their flaming PC. It's basically a fast computer with some fiery graphics - big whoop.

One of my favorite parts of CES is the auto tech area. Ever ride a motorcycle?
If you have, then you know how dangerous it is switching lanes
with a blind spot. This products solves that by giving you an "icon" telling you when it's not safe to switch lanes. I guess "Switch Lanes Now And Die"
was a little too long to print on the mirrors.

This isn't a new concept in snowboarding apparel, but Burton has yet another tech friendly jacket out. This one let's you control your iPod on your sleeve.

There was no shortage of huge TVs to watch the Steeler's game on.
LG introduced a 102inch plasma!

I failed the "no snooze" driving sim software. Several cans of Red Bull
does not make a Vegas partier alert enough to drive.

The Robo Boxer is awesome! What more can I say?

These Blue Man Group look-a-likes carved a Sprint cell phone
out of a giant block of ice. Why? Why not?

Can't attend the porno expo next door, but want to surf a little XXX?
Then grab some "alone time" in here.

Chic geek? Ahh, no.
Classic example of a gadget that won't get you laid...ever!

What makes you think she's a pornstar? Is it the fake breasts, the bleached blonde hair, the excessive makeup? No seriously what gave it away?
It's the fact that she was willing to fuck the guy pictured above.

I had to save the best for last.
I would of called it the "Coc-kit"! However, they opted to naming it "Clone-A-Willy". With CES overlapping with the Adult Entertainment Expo, I figured it's only right I feature one cool adult gadget. The classic Clone-A-Willy allows you to make a copy of your Johnson and with the optional motor you can even turn it into a vibrator. The latest version is the Chocolate Clone-A-Willy which lets you make a real milk chocolate copy that is 100% edible and apparently quite tasty. For Valentine's Day, give your girl roses, chocolate and dick...
or just roses and chocolate dick will suffice.

A Business Trip To Las Vegas? Oooo Yeaaa!

I know what you are thinking...nobody conducts business in Las Vegas! It's Sin City. It's the Disney Land for grownups. It's the place where the only 3 things on your "work agenda" should be drinking, gambling and partying. That is the whole reason the city was even built! Well that is all true, but what is also true is that Las Vegas is known to host some big conventions throughout the year. This time of the year, it's the annual CES show. CES stands for Consumer Electronics Show. It's where guys like Bill Gates holds his big keynote speech and hundreds of tech vendors unveil their upcoming tech gadgets for the new year. The point is that it's a legit excuse for my work to send me over to CES. "What, you want me to go to Las Vegas for a business trip? Hmm, let me think about that. You may have to twist my arm some." Yea right, I'll begin packing now!

In case you couldn't tell, I love going to Vegas, but then what isn't to love? The place is just alot of fun even if you aren't a World Champion Poker player. Besides the standard Vegas scene, CES is filled with innovative minds and creative products. Now I know that might sound geeky and I'll admit that some of it is and then some of it is pretty cool if you are into technology at all. It runs from January 5-8, so I may of missed the first two days, but I'll catch the last two days over the weekend. I won't be upset if I have to take the redeye flight out. The way I look at it, I plan on not sleeping in Vegas and being red eyed as it is. So one more night will not hurt me. You can always sleep when you return home is my motto. If terms like "Bluetooth, HDTV and Wi-Fi" don't sound interesting to you, then I'm sure more familiar terms like "lap dance, body shots and full house" may be more to your liking. No matter what puts a smile on your face, Las Vegas is sure to deliver and I'm going to be sure to take in the best of both worlds.

Let's just hope that Bill Gates doesn't receive another pie in the face during any of his presentations. (You may recall the pie incident photographed above from a few years back.) Let's give the richest man alive some credit where credit is due. He made his billions by undermining and backstabbing his way to the top. That's what the corporate world is all about right? Ok, maybe not, but the point is that wasting good whip cream on Bill Gates is just a sin...and not the "good/naughty sin" like Las Vegas encourages. I'm hopping that everyone in Vegas will know that whip cream is not for covering nerds, but rather for covering strippers. I mean it's just common sense. Using whip cream for anything else besides making sundaes and human sundaes just isn't American. It's like taking everything that is good, pure and decent about this country and making a mockery out of it. I will have to quote Howard Stern once again because he said it best during his speech on moving to Sirius. "Let the freedom bell ring and let it be rung by a stripper!" Viva Las Vegas baby!

I Shall Call Him...Mini Me

WARNING!

Although the following post is "interesting", it also borderlines on "crazy". Reading beyond this point may leave you with a slight case of paranoia along with a "not so fresh feeling", so continue at your own risk. (Yeah, I over use quotation marks. Even if it's not the proper way to write, I'm doing it regardless because my First Amendment rights allow me the ability to do so. So take that my 7th grade comp teacher!)

When one thinks of a "mini me", one thinks of a little replica of themselves. A replica perfect in everyway. A clone of sorts that not only looks up to you, but also follows in your footsteps...sometimes literally, too literally. No, I'm serious. It's too much. Stop doing what I do. Stop going where I go. Stop dressing like me, talking like me, stop walking like me, just stop. You're freaking me out in case you couldn't tell already. What's wrong with you? Why are you being like this? Are you sick? Maybe you are and you don't even know you are sick, that's REALLY sick. Is it ok if I ask if you are gay? Perhaps you are and if so, that would help explain why you are stuck to me like fresh bubble gum on a new pair of Nikes.

Listen, I hate to break it to you, but I'm not gay. So this will never work. You have to understand that. You have to accept it. Do you not see this girl I am with today? She's not my sister. If you too were attracted to her, then I would understand. Although she does not stop traffic wherever she goes, she does pause life monetarily - just long enough for me to witness other men stopping, dropping and drooling. Of course I exaggerate a bit, but you do get my point, right? Although she has not stolen my heart, I do find her somewhat breathtaking. Perhaps you do too? Please tell me if this is so and I promise not to be angry or jealous. In fact, I will be happy. Happy to know it's not me you're after because that to me is just too weird of a concept to fathom. So what do you say? Tell me the truth, regardless if I can handle it or not.

From my understanding, Tiger Beat and Teen Bop magazines are no longer in publication and even if they were, I don't think I would be a poster boy in either. Nor will I strive to grace the cover of any said issue. I am not your teen heartthrob. I am not your centerfold spread. Oh God, my stomach is getting nauseas just saying that. Please, just stop. I'm begging you! I do not want to kanoodle with you by the cabin fireplace. I do not want to share a cup of warm coco while gazing into one another's eyes. I do not want to wake up in the morning to feel you spooning me from behind and hear you whisper the creepy words "morning lover". Ok, that's it. Now I'm REALLY going to be sick. (Give me a minute here.) I won't think of you, miss you or love you. I don't even like you! I'm not going to call you. I'm not going to write you. I'm not going to hang out with you. If I shall run into you, I won't even exchange pleasantries in fear it will give you false hope or misguide you in any way, shape or form. In short, I'm not going to see you ever again...as long as I can help it and as long as this restraining order holds up. I did not lead you on despite your delirium. It's time to get a grip on reality. There never was an "us". This must end and I'm cutting all ties with a giant hacksaw of a blade.

I do not want to feel the heat from the palm of your hand as your fingers ache to be intertwined with mine. I do not want you to brush your cheek against the scruff of my face and tell me it's sexy. This is NOT my fantasy. I can think of many other people, WOMEN, that I may have dreamed of and fantasized with. However, your "mini me face" has never once entered my imagination - not once, not even for a split second. Never. Never ever never. Did I mention never? If not, let me emphasize it some more. NEVER! My mind can not be farther from you. I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings or comes as a shock to you, but the truth needs to be told. I need to be blunt. I need to convey this message to you in the clearest, simplest of terms and pray that these words are burned into your brain like a cow being branded into his meaty thigh. That the generalization of "not interested, go away" sinks in and sits with you for eternity. This is how my heart truly feels. I know, I know, I sound cold and cruel here but put yourself in my shoes for a minute and then I dare you to tell me you feel any different.

By now, everyone must be wondering what I am talking about, so let me explain. It seems I have a "mini me". Not by choice, by accident. For whatever reason some idiot (who will remain nameless) invited this character along during our group ski/snowboard trip. The New Year's weekend was suppose to be spent with a group of friends, both guys and girls, then somehow mini me tagged along. He's like the kid brother I never had and never wanted. He's on me like white on rice. He's that thorn in my side I can not pick. His smothering attention is almost too painful to bear witness to, let alone having to experience it firsthand. I'm suffocating here. It's as if I should be dripping in blood to sustain such agony. He's that creepy extra body that is ever present when I move one step forward or take one step back, it's his toes I step on. It's him I bump into and trip over, literally. When I pass a glass door, it's his reflection in the mirror that I see behind me, peering into me like a white light in the night. I do not want to see his image. I do not want to hear his footsteps. I do not want to feel his breath on the back of my neck following, clinging, holding onto me for God only knows why. I do not want to sense his constant presence. ("I do not want him here. I do not want him there. I do not want him anywhere." Sorry, I couldn't resist throwing that in.)

Don't try to be like me. Granted I'm a swell guy, so I can see why you make these efforts. They say imitation is the highest form of flattery. However, imitation it's also damn right spooky too at times. Who knows, you might not be crazy...I hope. There is only one me and there is only one you. So be like you. You may find you aren't that bad of a person after all, I just won't be around long enough to congratulate you on your new life change. I just can't be there and you know why. It's not me, it's you. Sad, but true and I wanted you to hear it straight from the horse's mouth. Your new awakening will need to be yours and yours alone. I won't share it with you, that I can promise you. I shall shake you, not because it's the kind thing to do, but because it's the only thing I want to do. If I don't, I will lose my sanity. So now I must lose this shadow of mine. I would say parting is such sweet sorrow, but really in this case it's not. It's a time to rejoice! So goodbye to you mini me, goodbye.

When Boys Night In Beats Boys Night Out

Looking back on the posts I did in December, they seem to be mostly about the life and times of a bachelor. You know the basic 4 food groups needed to sustain a healthy bachelor boy lifestyle - sex, sports, alcohol and stupid humor. This would be the time where I highlight some of the better December posts as my little monthly recap, but my brain is dead today. I am going to blame it on "boys night in". Sometimes "boys night in" beats "boys night out". Such was the case last night when I invited some buddies over to watch the Penn State Orange Bowl game on my big screen HDTV...you know the one that doesn't exist. Ok, so I do have a good TV that is of decent size, but it would of been alot cooler for me to brag I had a huge 80' high def one right? Oh well, the truth is out. As I jump into my January posts, I turn to a fortune cookie for a New Year's prediction on what is to come here on my blog and in life. The forecast...

It's not exactly the promising words I was hoping for, but it was informative and probably good to know so I can call the poison hotline if need be. Back to the TV...I suppose it would only make sense if I did have a killer TV like that because I like my toys, then again it would be kind of dumb because I don't watch much TV to begin with. Yes, I am one of those people that has a TIVO all setup and recording shows here and there, but then I never seem to find the time or be in the mood to even sit and watch that! Maybe that is a good thing, either way, I went against the norm last night and watched 5 hours of football! One single game lasted that long due to 3 OTs, but it was worth it because my team had the game winning field goal kick! After eating some questionable Chinese take-out (part of the standard bachelor menu), I washed that down with a few beers and followed it up with some other junk food...and of course more beer. I'm usually a pretty healthy eater so it's not necessary to tell you that my body last night hated me as I felt my stomach cramp up. It's also not necessary for me to tell you that I'm paying for the lack of sleep and drinking today as I didn't go to bed until close to 2AM and had my alarm set to go off before 6AM this morning.

Rule #1 of The Bachelor Club - You always give up sleep for fun! That includes giving up sleep for sex. I don't care how early you have to get up, you always, always, always trade sleep in for sex. If you disagree with this statement or break the #1 Rule of The Bachelor Club, then you are either a gay man or you need to have your butt kicked out of The Bachelor Club because you are not worthy of belonging to this fine group. Perhaps you would be better suited to sit around in a big circle discussing your feelings while one weeper passes the tissue box to another weeper. Then after you could join in a giant group hug - aww. Even if a guy tells you he has to get up early and even if that in fact is true, he won't use that as an excuse to turn down sex. If he does, then there is something wrong. Either he is gay, not into you or perhaps he just sucks in bed and knows it. Therefore he doesn't want you to "know it" too so he declines the invite. Lame yes, but that is the truth and the truth sometimes hurts.

Now I believe rules #1 and #2 of The Fight Club is that you don't talk about The Fight Club. However, with The Bachelor Club, it's ok to talk about it. It's no hidden secret that boys sometimes need to hang with the boys, just like girls sometimes need to go out with just the girls. It's an understanding between the sexes that I think all men and women have adapted to. Of course sometimes a boys night out should not be spoken of due to the fact that it may lead one of more parties involved in a heap full of shit with their girlfriends. That I can understand and respect. Like the saying goes, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. So too should be applied to the majority of bachelor parties and many of the boys night outings. Now my "boys night in" get together last night for the PSU game is an open book. There was no stripper or anything like that. It was mostly your typical scene with a bunch of guys yelling at the TV and sharing dirty jokes and stupid stories. Although it doesn't sound that exciting typing that out, it actually was a pretty good time. I guess it's sort of like when people tell a story that seems rather mediocre, they always follow it up with the rebuttal "I guess you just had to be there".

Most of what I said should be common sense. Also, common sense should tell you that since I got off track here and never recapped any of the December posts, that you can catch-up on all of those by visiting my December 2005 Archive. Unless of course you are offended by sex, sports, alcohol and stupid humor...then don't read the majority of the December posts.

It Rained On My Parade & Dick Clark Didn't Rock

It seems that some anonymous person from the PostSecret Blog had their wish granted. They wished it would rain on the annual Rose Bowl Parade. Mother Nature waived her magic wand and TADA! Rain you want, rain you shall have. Not just a sprinkle either, a massive downpour. Of course those who live in CA aren't talking about anything but the recent rain there. Honestly, I find it funny. Funny that people get all worked up over a passing storm in the Sunshine State. It's rain people, relax. I know you aren't use to it and I know you can't drive in it. You probably think the sky is falling, but trust me, it isn't and it will be ok. It seems to set Californians in a state of panic, or so my sister tells me because she lives in So Cal and is amused by the behavior. Perhaps if road and sidewalk drainage existed out there, then flooding would not be a problem. Hmm, just something to think about.

I live in a state that isn't prone to tornados, but that doesn't mean we don't put some measures in place IN CASE one occurs. Get it? It's called being prepared even if what you are preparing for is unlikely to occur. Sometimes shit happens and it's good to have a plan in place. California, here is some free advice - install some drainage systems and you will thank me later. However, things could be worse, be thankful you aren't a Katrina victim. Now those people really have something to cry about. Maybe instead of opening an umbrella, CA residents would rather walk 2 hours to work in frigid single digit temps like most New Yorkers had to endure during the transit strike? Then they would complain about the cold and snow if they couldn't complain about the rain. Nobody said life is a bowl full or roses, but I suppose the reason so many people move to CA is because they believe it to be so? I don't know, but the point is, the Rose Bowl Parade carried on. Even though some of the floats nearly floated away, people survived and like Little Orphan Annie says...the sun will come out tomorrow.

In other New Year's Eve/Day news, for those of you that don't pay much attention when it comes to celeb news like me, the reason Dick Clark is not around anymore is not because the guy retired or died. Others may have speculated that he just ran off into hibernation because his hair dye would no longer take. None of those reasons explain the disappearance of one Mr. Dick Clark. I was a little sadden to know, well to be reminded of the fact, that the real reason is because he had a stroke back in 2004. A stroke that was bad enough to impair his speech. So that is why Dick has not been rocking in the New Year. The Dick (I don't use that in the derogatory sense either) has been replaced with some stand-in hosts. This year Regis Philbin and Jillian Barberie hosted "Dick Clark's Rocking New Year's Eve" special in Times Square. I didn't see the show and I didn't watch their live webcast on MSN's website because I'm not a dork. However, if you are reading this and you did in fact watch the show on TV or via the net, then let me just state for the record that you are a nerd. I'm kidding...sort of. Anyway, I did happen to catch a news clip of the show later on in the weekend and felt embarrassed for the hosting duo.

I watched why Regis and Jillian should of failed the 1st grade. The two of them couldn't even count from 10 down to 1 as a million New Yorkers gathered to count with them. They were off by more than a few seconds and they just looked really, really stupid. 10, 9, 8...5, 5, 5, 4...321 Happy New Year! In addition to that embarrassing moment, I don't know who picked Jillian Barberie to host, but whoever made that call should be embarrassed too. Despite her being good eye candy, the woman is annoying to say the least. I think Howard Stern said it best..."honey you're hot, but you just talk too damn much, you never shut up". I have to agree 100%. Please Dick Clark, get well and come back! Just like Charlie Brown has to save Christmas, so must you save New Year's Eve. Rock on my jet black haired hero, rock on!

"Play Like A Champion Today"

The famous sign posted high above the Notre Dame football locker room - "Play Like A Champion Today". A simple statement that can inspire and motivate an entire team of young men. If you never played football or never played any type of team sport, you probably can't relate to that statement. However, with all that emotional man love pride aside, let's be real, 4 bowl games is all anyone REALLY cares about, right? The big 4 are the Rose, Orange, Sugar and Fiesta. Then there are about a dozen other bowl games thrown in there to keep your finger well exercised on the TV remote while you flip. If you aren't a college football fan, well you better become one because that is just about all that is going on after the boozing of New Year's Eve has come to an end. New Year's Day and even the days following is all about football, football and more football.

So break out the jersey, the foam finger and face paint from your college days. It's time to cheer on your alma mater. As an alumni, you gotta represent your school! I will be cheering on my Penn State Nittany Lions tonight as they take on the Florida State Seminoles in the Orange Bowl, during a prime time showdown. I'm expecting a victory from PSU so they better not let me down. For those of you interested in how the other bowl games turned out, I'm posing the final scores of the games below. Tomorrow night will be the final college bowl game - the Rose Bowl. Think it will rain? Hah.

If college ball isn't to your liking, there is plenty of pro football games going on as well. This weekend brought an end to the regular NFL season as some teams battled it out to secure a playoff spot in order to keep their Super Bowl dream alive. One such team who just squeezed their way into the playoff bracket is of course my Pittsburgh Steelers. They clinched a win over the Detroit Lions on Sunday so they can now go on to play the Cincinnati Bengals this coming weekend in a wildcard match-up. I would be lying if I said the Steelers chances of making it deep into the playoffs worry me. They have just been an inconsistent team as of late, but despite that, I will remain loyal to my black and gold. I will cheer them on whether they are getting their ass kicked or doing the ass kicking themselves.

In a way I was kind of glad I didn't watch Sunday's game. I heard it wasn't that impressive of a win, but I did make a new friend while snowboarding who kept me updated on the big plays during the Steeler's victory. He was one of the ski lift operators. I called him "Skippy". Of course I doubt that was his real name, but he was a scrawny kid who looked like the name Skippy would fit him. Anyway, he was a nice kid to keep me posted on the game. I would of offered to buy him a beer as a thank you gesture, but I was thinking he has about 5 more years before he is of legal age. So I bought the kid a hot chocolate instead. His thanks... "dude, you rule!" You're welcome and Skippy you rule too.

AT&T Cotton Bowl - Jan. 2, 11:00 AM
Alabama 13
Texas Tech 10

Outback Bowl - Jan. 2, 11:00 AM
Florida 31
Iowa 24

Toyota Gator Bowl - Jan. 2, 12:30 PM
Virginia Tech 35
Louisville 24

Capital One Bowl - Jan. 2, 1:00 PM
Wisconsin 24
Auburn 10

Tostitos Fiesta Bowl - Jan. 2, 4:30 PM
Ohio State 34
Notre Dame 20

Nokia Sugar Bowl - Jan. 2, 8:30 PM
West Virginia 38
Georgia 35

FedEx Orange Bowl - Jan. 3, 8:00 PM
Penn State (10-1) vs. Florida State (8-4)

The Rose Bowl - Jan. 4, 8:00 PM
USC (12-0) vs. Texas (12-0)