Not everyone will cotton to the idea of a fight club in West Oakland — particularly one overseen by the East Bay Rats motorcycle club. For those who do, however, it’s a minor obsession. When Vice magazine co-founder Gavin McInnes got wind of the fights, he made them the centerpiece of his Current TV pilot, The Immersionist, which was all about “demystifying” strange subcultures. An SFist blogger described the Rats’ fight night as “a three-ring circus of awesomeness.” Clips of Rat brawls abound on YouTube, showing chick fights, emo-boy fights, big-scary-dude fights, fights with underlying sexual tension, two-on-two fights, fights done barefoot, fights that involve more air-swatting than physical contact, fights that elicit jeers from the crowd. If these clips tell us anything, it’s that we love watching a little blood sport — particularly between two opponents who don’t exactly know what they’re doing.
The Rats are, indeed, a weird bastion of traditional working-class machismo, right in the middle of progressive, hipster Oakland. They offer a chance for willowy hipster dudes to get in touch with their essential dude-ness, which might explain why Rats founder Trevor Latham has such an easy time convincing people to put on boxing gloves. Agan thinks of the Rats as Oakland’s answer toThe Dukes of Hazzard. “They’re a motorcycle club, but they’re cool guys,” he said. “Not knucklehead racist dudes.”
Punks versus hipsters was the most successful theme night to date. And since then, the Rats have compiled a list of potential future themes: Property owners versus graffiti artists. Librarians versus the illiterate. Clowns versus mimes. Cutters versus bulimics. Pill-poppers versus huffers. The college-educated versus high school drop-outs. Female-to-male transsexuals versus male-to-female transsexuals. Transplants verses locals.
Such built-in tensions help generate interest. But, in reality, the fights are popular on their own. Latham said the club’s biggest smoker attracted about 3,000 people. Saturday’s fight might have ranked up there, had they not turned people away. Everyone and their mom seemed to want to fight. Punks fought punks. Hipsters fought hipsters. Chicks fought other chicks. City Hall gadfly Max Allstadt fought Hoodstock organizer Miguel Reyes. After winning the fight, Allstadt posted photos on Facebook of his bloodied face, with the caption, “I have discovered a great preemptive hangover cure. It’s called ‘being hit in the face a lot.’ You should try it! I’m going to make millions.” A forty-year-old punk rocker named Lache, who entered the ring for the first time in her life on Saturday, tried to explain the fight’s appeal. “I volunteered … and I would do it again,” she assured. “But I would want to be put with someone who hadn’t fought before.” Lache got paired with another tough punk chick who had more experience in the ring. Their fight lasted just over a minute — Lache was the one who backed out. Allstadt consoled her: “You threw a few damn good punches, that’s for sure.”
This shit is awesome. I wanna fight asap, but I really wish it was in the city instead of Oakland. I’ve been back in the city for 6 months now and I cannot tell you how much it’s changed. Fucking hiptsers everywhere. The mission is a whole new neighborhood. My grandma grew up in the mission back when it was predominantly an Irish neighborhood. When I was growing up it was, and still kinda is, Mexican and El Salvadorian. Nowadays, techies who work in the peninsula have pretty much taken over because they’re willing to pay up to, and over 3k a month for rent. And they’re all hipsters. It’s a whole new breed of hipster. The Techy Hipster. They dress just like ordinary hipsters, but they have way more money because being broke in SF is WAY too mainstream. And anyone can say, “Well, they are able to afford it, so why not let them live there and let them raise rent prices?” No. These guys are ruining this neighborhood and the entire city. Yes I’m sure the crime rate has decreased significantly as gentrification continues to increase, but I hate the techy hipsters more than anyone. I even hate them more than the yuppies in the Marina. I’m seriously over this shit. They need to move to Brooklyn with the rest of the bunch. The culture of San Francisco is going to shit, fast. Real fast.
Now, if only this club was in the city. Maybe the 415 Hells Angels guys would allow something like this to happen at their club in Potrero Hill. I doubt it, but it would make them a lotta money.
Now if it was in the city….Natives vs. Transplants…I guarantee it would be a clean record for us locals. Any takers?
By: Dago Joe
The Oscar-nominated actress dishes with TheWrap at screening of her latest film “The Last Five Years,” co-starring Jeremy Jordan
Anna Kendrick was all smiles as a small, urgent flurry of flashbulbs popped before her, and she was quite genuinely happy to be reunited with the creative team from her upcoming film, an adaptation of the Off-Broadway musical “The Last Five Years.” But, the straight shooter that she is, Kendrick was also blunt about her recent run of musical films — and her desire to give her vocal chords a break.
“I never want to sing again, honestly. It’s hard as f-ck,” the actress, who starred on Broadway as a 12-year-old, admitted to TheWrapat a distributor screening of her film at Lincoln Center on Monday night. “The ‘Pitch Perfect’ [sequel] is going to be fine, ten girls have to be able to sing the songs so it’s going to be fine, but doing ‘The Last Five Years’ and then ‘Into the Woods’ straight away, I was like, I don’t want to have to think about my voice so much. I want to be able to drink beer whenever I want.” By Jordan Zakarin
Anna Kendrick. Wow. Talk about a straight shooter. She’s a chick I would like to be around. Wouldn’t you? You know she can drink you under the table, but you don’t care. You don’t care that she could beat your ass and you don’t care that she slaps you in the face in public for drinking like a pussy. It’s all a turn-on. And just when you think you’re cool enough to even hang out with her, you decide to ask her out. What does she do? She explodes with laughter and spits the beer in her mouth, in your face, while you sit there like a dumbass. You say, why not? She then burps so close to your mouth that you taste it, and you kinda like it, and she says, “honey, I just looked at you like one of my girlfriends. You poor thing.”
By: Dago Joe
Last weekend, about 15 of us “city slickers” (what the Tahoe cops/locals call us) headed up to South Lake Tahoe for a weekend of debauchery. We celebrated President’s weekend just like the rest of America. Drinking, gambling, barbecuing, getting sunburnt, and more drinking (with a little bit of snowboarding). It was a great weekend, and it’s the first time I’ve came back from Tahoe with money in my pocket. I won $450 in craps, but more importantly I won $50 in Sigma Derby. A buddy of mine, “Moshpit” Marty Barnes won $350 on Sigma Derby. The drunk bastard bet 7 quarters on the horse combo, 1 & 5, that was 200 to 1. I’m such a squid that I only bet 1 quarter. The great thing about that particular horse combo was that everyone at the derby that night had at least 1 quarter on it winning. EVERYONE WON. When the plastic horses were in the final stretch everyone was cheering…”1, 5, 1,5…..1, 5!!” Holy TOLDEO 1, 5 wins! Everyone went bananas. Slapping strangers’ hands and congratulating each other for winning a shit ton of quarters. The best thing about Sigma Derby is that when you win, all of the quarters pour out and hit the metal tray. Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink. Clinks for days. Just like cashing out on the old slot machines, everyone in the casino can hear who won . Fuck the stupid voucher and fuck the fake “clink” noise. That shit is for amateurs. Sigma Derby, on the other hand, is for bosses.
After winning a whopping $50 at Sigma Derby. I took my winnings over to the Craps Table and made it last for 3 hours. This chick, Kathy, rolled 6 and 8 seriously a million times, so I kept pressing my bets and winning huge. She didn’t crap out for what felt like an hour, and the whole table won that night. When the table is loud, the 50 year old cocktail waitresses with fake tits and pounds of makeup on, immediately rush over. One came up to me and said, in the most fake way ever, “Well done! Would you like a drink, sir?” Ya, a Maker’s Manhattan on the rocks please. Poor lady was so shocked by my drink order that she didn’t know what hit her. She was expecting me to order a beer or something lame. Not when I’m playing Craps, honey. If I’m playing Craps, I need to drink like a Boss in order to roll like a Boss. And, it worked. I won big and so did everybody else. Wish I woulda walked away when I was up $700, but it was just too much fun. Every time I rolled I felt like Mr. Nick Papagiorgio in Chevy Chase’s Vegas Vacation. I was waiting for one of the Montbleu guys to escort me to my own suite that included free spa treatment, limitless mini bar drinks & snacks, and a huge bed that I could jump on while I threw my money in the air. I thought maybe I will get invited to one of those”High-Rollers-Only Parties”…
What did happen is that I had to drive back to the city the next day in 5 hours of fucking traffic. So much for the Boss life. Until next time, South Lake.
“I’m Nick Papagiorgio from Yuma, Arizona. I’m in the software business.”
“So I says to em, I says, get your own monkey!”
Gonna go back up in a week or so to make some ridiculous sports bets.
By: Dago Joe
Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg are teaming up to make a movie about Blake Harris’ novel, Console Wars, that focuses on the battle between Sega and Nintendo in the 90’s.
I owned both of these consoles, so I made a list of their top 5 games in no particular order.
NES top 5 games…
2. Super Mario Bros 3
3. Paper Boy
4. The Legend of Zelda
5. Super Mario Bros 2
SEGA Genesis top 5 games…
1. Sonic The Hedgehog 2
2. Earthworm Jim
3. Streets of Rage 2
4. Mortal Kombat 2
5. Streetfighter 2
There’s no winner here. Both systems ruled and both defined the nightlife of my childhood, along with Laser Tag.
By: Dago Joe
CHICAGO (AP) — An attorney for Harold Ramis says the actor has died.
Fred Toczek tells The Associated Press that Ramis died early Monday morning from complications of autoimmune inflammatory disease. He was 69.
Ramis is best known for his roles in the comedies “Ghostbusters” and “Stripes.”
According to Biography.com, Ramis co-wrote “Ghostbusters,” in which he appeared with fellow Second City alums Dan Aykroyd and Bill Murray.
The website says he also co-wrote “National Lampoon’s Animal House” and “Meatballs” and directed such films as “Caddyshack” and “Groundhog Day.” By Brian Shields
Dr. Egon Spengler, Ghostbusters
“Cannon ball comin…or just get weird with somebody.”
Writer, Back to School“They’re takin a break!”
Writer, Animal House
By: Dago Joe
It was the first time I’ve attended a Warriors basketball game at Oracle in years. Probably almost a decade. I was fortunate enough to attend game 4 of the playoffs last season against the Nuggets in Denver. My ticket was only $12 and although we lost, it was a great experience to see playoff basketball live.
Last night’s game was very similar to a playoff game. Oracle was fully alive and on fire. Steve Blake’s 1st ever game in a Warriors jersey was successful for a couple reasons. 1. The Dubs won. 2. He hit a clean 3 on his 1st ever shot attempt as a Warrior in the face of 7 footer Donatas Motiejunas.
Whether or not he hit a shot after that is irrelevant. With playoff experience under his belt, he is a great addition to the team and he will be a valued off-the-bench player for the Dubs.
I was glad to see Jermaine O’Neal back in action and shutting down the baby, Dwight Howard. I was really impressed by Jordan Crawford who had 12 points. The guy has a dirty jumper and I swear he gets 8 feet off the ground every time he shoots. David Lee had an outstanding game with 28 points and 14 rebs, but holy shit did he almost cost us the game at the end of the 4th and in OT. He kept trying the same exact post-up move and turning the ball over. Learn from your mistakes, and don’t do the same fuckin thing 3 times in a row if it isn’t working. It was frustrating, but Curry saved his ass with the game-tying layup high off the left side of the glass to send the game into Overtime.
James Harden is absolutely unstoppable. He has his own twist on making fundamental basketball look so skilled. His play isn’t boring like Tim Duncan. He knows how to create space and score points with style. Nobody on the Dubs could stop him last night. Harden went off for 39 points, stealing 2 at the end of OT.
Jermain O’Neal did get dunked on pretty badly by Howard in regulation, but he saved the game with a huge blocked dunk in OT.
Great win for the Dubs. We are -6 against New Jersey tomorrow night at home.
By: Dago Joe
Since Mardi Gras is right around the corner. Here is Galactic with Trombone Shorty to keep your Friday moving…
SAN FRANCISCO — A water main break in San Francisco’s Parkside neighborhood this afternoon is disrupting Municipal Railway light-rail service in the area, utility and Muni officials said.
Muni officials issued an alert on Twitter at 1:48 p.m. about a main break at 15th Avenue and Ulloa Street that is affecting the agency’s L-Taraval line.
Light-rail vehicles on the L-Taraval line are stopping at the West Portal station and bus shuttles are taking passengers the rest of the way along the route, Muni officials said.
The main that broke was a 6-inch pipe on 15th Avenue, San Francisco Public Utilities Commission spokeswoman Amy Sinclair said.
SFPUC crews responded and stopped the flow of water from the pipe as of about 2:50 p.m., Sinclair said.
She said water service is out on 15th Avenue between Ulloa and Taraval streets while crews make repairs to the pipe.
By Candice Naranjo
This is funny. If you are white and you have ever ridden the K, L, or M, you know damn well that the odds of you being the only white person on the train is between 75% and 80%. It’s like when you hop on one of those lines you feel like Dirk Nowitzki in China. Only difference is that they know you’re not Dirk so your shit-outta-luck. Instead of being treated like a basketball star, you just get a ton of odd stares and mean mugs. Meanwhile, the lady next to you coughs into her SARS mask and the old, wrinkly guy on the other side of you wearing an Arizona Diamondbacks hat (of course he has no clue what team it is) hocks a loogie right in front of your beat up Nikes. You also feel outta place for not having a pink grocery bag filled with fish and stinking up the entire train. If anyone is gonna comment on this post and say I’m racist, then YOU are ignorant. Go ride one of those lines and tell me different.
I take the K-Ingleside home all the time and I know that I am going to be outnumbered 100 to 1. If you’re riding the L, you might be lucky enough to ride next to Boxcar Larry. Boxcar Larry is the white alcoholic bum that can be found panhandling outside the Walgreens on 21st and Taraval. He is an angry drunk and can be frequently seen with a black eye or a bloody lip because he trash talked someone for not giving him money. He has white long hair, a white beard, and a raspy ass voice.
Boxcar Larry isn’t half as cool as Jackson. Jackson is black and got his name because he is from Jackson, Mississippi. Whether or not he’s homeless is questionable, but he is always seen wearing a black wool coat, black shades (even at night), and a black Kongol hat (but he wears it forwards unlike Samuel L). He has gray hair, and a gray goatee, and he is usually selling Street Sheets outside of what used to be St. Francis Market on West Portal. Jackson is a cool bum. Nice guy, I always used to give him my change after buying 40’s with my fake ID in high school from St. Francis. I haven’t seen him in awhile but it’s always great running into him.
This brings me to Nate (RIP). Nate was the dirtiest bum west of Twin Peaks. He was always so fucked up that he was constantly drooling. Nate was located on Ocean Avenue usually outside of a Chinese restaurant, drooling, drinking, and wearing a big black puffy jacket (no matter the weather). Before we were old enough to even look 21 or have enough money for a fake ID, we would give Nate money to buy us 40’s. He would look at us and I swear, every time, he stared 1,000 miles behind us, but his hearing must’ve been on point. He would stumble across the street and bring himself together to buy up for us. We would usually give him an extra $5. What would he spend it on? Mad Dog 20/20 Bling Bling. Unlike any other bum, Nate rocked a bottle with a Bling Bling necklace and created BumSwag as we know it. Wine coolers define BumDrunk, but drinking a wine cooler with a gold necklace on it is like wearing a fake rolex to career day at your Alma Mater…You’re immediately the coolest guy around.
High School student: “Excuse me, sir, that’s a nice watch you got on there. Maybe one day, when I become a millionaire, I can get one of those.”
Bum: “Ayy Nate, that bottle is cool, man. I like the gold. You been saving up?”
Whether it’s a Mad Dog 20/20 Bling Bling or a fake rolex, people will compliment, and people will want what you have. Thanks Nate for teaching me a life long lesson. Next time I’m getting BumDrunk, I’ll pour one out for you. Rest in Peace.
Welcome to San Francisco: Land of Cool Bums and Chinese People!
By: Dago Joe
http://www.shitsenders.com. This might be the greatest website of all time. Remember that lady in the Richmond District who didn’t let you park your car in front of her house because you were 2 centimeters in her driveway? Or that douchebag in your dorm that thought he was cool because he always won beer pong games simply because he practiced with water cups day in and day out? Or how about that professor who failed you because you missed more than 3 classes? And of course you remember your ex-girlfriend who cheated on you multiple times. (Those may or may not have happened to me before).
This is the perfect payback. Send them shit. Yes, SHIT. You can send them all different types…
And even a combo pack! What goes around, comes around. And sometimes it’s in the form of Shit.
Or you can be just like me and package up shit from your dog. Either way works.
“Don’t tell me my business DEVIL WOMAN!”
By: Dago Joe