It’s crazy.  Michael Phelps won his seventh gold medal in the Beijing Olympics to tie Mark Spitz’s record.  Spitz called Phelps’ feat “epic”.  I don’t know if that’s the right word but I know I root for Michael Phelps.

The win is controversial though as Phelps won the 100 meter butterfly by a mere 0.01 second. It’s fun to watch swimming and it’s even more fun watching this particular event because Cavic protested the results.

Cavic, however, eventually conceded after super slow-mo replays.  It looks, though, that he is not whole-heartedly accepting the defeat. Read more »

The Pacquiao – De La Hoya dream match is off (I’d like to think, only at the moment) because the Pacquiao camp is not satisfied with the 30 percent cut offered on the table. According to Bob Arum, Pacquiao’s promoter, they will accept a 35 percent cut.

If you ask me, there should be a 50-50 sharing.  Pacquiao is as marketable as De La Hoya at this stage of Oscar’s career. Read more »

Rafael Nadal recently defeated Roger Federer for the French Open title. It’s another setback for Federer’s quest for the highest number of grand slams won in tennis. Of course, the record holder is “Pistol Pete” Sampras. I wrote earlier that Pistol Pete is my all-time tennis hero. Read more »

I don’t care. I just want him to win titles.
For all the hardwork he’s put through, he deserves all the luck to win it all.

I have always been a Laker fan ever since I learned about the NBA (National Basketball Association). I grew up watching Magic Johnson, James Worthy and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar when there was no cable. I don’t remember how I first saw them play. I know I first saw them play on TV but I quite vividly remember renting betamax tapes to watch their games. I never changed allegiance when they went from perennial contenders to perennial doormats, back to perennial contenders etc. My loyalty is to the team and not to its players. (You hear that Shaq?!)

Anyways, you could say that I watched Kobe grow in front of my very own eyes. This article very articulately documents his evolution. I have never seen Kobe this way (how the author put it all together elegantly) and yet it seems like I have always known all along what this author is trying to say.

At age 24, Kobe was remarkably like Jordan — and somehow, not him, akin to a musical prodigy, capable of playing any sonata the seasoned concert pianist could, yet somehow, lacking the intangible quality that distinguished the genius from the flawless imitator… Read more »