Andre Ward defeated Mikkel Kessler for the WBA championship belt. Ward dominated the entire fight but it was stopped in the 11th round due to cuts Kessler got from accidental headbutts. While I think he’s still a good fighter, Kessler’s excuses could use some work.

“I wanted to do this to make the tournament exciting,” he joked. “I didn’t want to be the favorite. I just couldn’t see because he kept head-butting me. He was holding me all the time and it ruined my plan. It wasn’t fair and it gave him a huge advantage.” -Mikkel Kessler

Congrats to the new champ.

Muchas Gracias! to White Paul for the awesome tickets to the Ward vs Kessler fight tonight in Oakland.

Rainy bike rides = suck.

Tamale day is fast approaching. It’s the one glorious time a year where we gather all of our white friends together and make them our slaves for a day. All the while constantly berating them for their inability to do anything correctly. Good times, good times.

Juxtaposition.

View from the top of Buena Vista Park. (I advise you don’t try riding you bike up there. My legs are still sore.)

A nice young lady gave this to me the other day at the Whole Foods in Potrero Hill. She said it was supposed to look like a turkey.

You know that friend you had back in the days when you pretended to go to college? The one who drank a whole lot and liked to sing along to all the same country records your grandpa used to play on Thanksgiving. Well, you might want to keep him around just in case you ever happen to date a girl from Texas.

My friend Jason came up from LA last weekend to play accordion for this gentleman Dorian Wood at House of Sheilds. I was feeling kinda beat, didn’t really feel like going out and wasn’t quite sure what to expect. However after watching a 300lb gay Mexican man rip his shirt off while singing a song about Jesus I decided it was totally worth it.

Usually when I walk past the Bernal Butcher’s and this sign is lit, I don’t remember coming home.

I wrote my x-mas wish list on the bathroom wall at Pops the other night.

The only thing that will cure a monster weekend hangover like the one I currently have is a fresh made to order slice of Serrano’s over on 21st.

I’m sorry, youre a great fighter, but I cant root for anyone nicknamed “The Mexicutioner” FTP. (ask George Lopez)

…How many of us have them?