Dude who boxes women comes in 3rd as AP Female of the Year

Man who fights women

Be careful ladies, Imane Khelif, Olympic boxer [they call him a gold medalist but I refuse to follow suit] will kick your ass if you get in the ring with him. Don't let his longish hair fool you--he's not really a woman.

However, this guy who comes from Algeria, where the men are men and some of the women are men too, has won Third Place in the Associated Press Athlete of the Year in spite of a gender test proving he's a man but has the balls to say otherwise.

In first place was Caitlin Clark, the white woman who credited black women for all the good that is the WNBA, rather than crediting the NBA for funding Clark's league. Imagine if, say, if a black hockey player like Willie O'Ree, the first black hockey player, credited white hockey players for making hockey the sport that it is. 

It just doesn't happen in that direction.

But now we have the gender/sex debate that claims men can be women and vice versa, when we all know that it isn't true. Even children know this intuitively, but the left keeps pushing "opposite think."

Wearing lipstick, putting on a dress and having shaved armpits and legs does not make you a woman just because you might think you are. However, in some cases I strongly believe that the men playing women's sports know they are men [take Lia Thomas, for example, who when changing in the women's locker room at swimming competitions would get sexually aroused around naked women victims] but because they are at best mediocre against other men, would rather dominate, maybe even set records, against the gentler sex. Yes, I said it, so sue me.

Khelif is a biological male, which is the only kind of male there is, and IBA President Umar Kremlev said the boxer has "XY chromosomes," and that's the definition of male. In spite of that, the IOC (International Olympic Committee) said that Khelif was allowed to compete against women in the 2024 Paris Olympics.

Unlike what Fallon Fox did to his female fighting opponents, none of the Olympic women suffered life-long debilitative injuries.

Female boxer Angela Carini [who has XX chromosomes]  forfeited her scheduled bout in the Olympics against Khelif in Paris, saying “one punch hurt too much” and that she “had never felt a punch like this.” 

Carini later won the 2024 Italian women’s title for boxing after being forced to fight Khelif at the 2024 Paris Olympics because like it was said, these so called transgender women are at best mediocre in their sport against other men and compete against women to win competitions. But to her credit, Carini beat Khelif at the 2024 Paris games.

Many social media users reacted to Khelif getting four votes from the AP panel, with one person calling it “disgusting.”

“That’s not a female. We all know it,” another reply said.

Talk show host Piers Morgan said in August that Khelif being named the women’s champion in Paris a “travesty.”

“From Emmeline Pankhurst to this … where are the world’s feminists now, as women’s hard-fought rights get so shamefully destroyed?” Morgan’s post on X read.

“BREAKING: A biological male just won an Olympic Gold medal in a women’s boxing competition. Congrats to everyone who supported this travesty,” he added.

Khelif is currently taking legal action over media reports on the leaked medical records from the French journalist showing he has a twig and berries, XY chromosomes, and tends to leave the toilet seat up.

Putin beats Kim in gala hockey match

Vladdy is #11 and Unny #1
Those are their hockey nicknames

Russia's Prime Minister for Life Vladimir Putin went head-to-head in a blistering hockey match against North Korean Dictator for Life, Kim Jong Un, that saw the two leaders play their empty hearts out even emptier, if that's possible.

Kim, who had never put on a pair of ice skates in his life, donned a pair of roller skates while Putin wore his trusty Bauer Sling-blades, skates that aren't just for skating.

The Russian leader, who was vaccinated against Covid-19 over a month ago, said earlier on Monday that he had tested his levels of protective antibodies, generated by vaccination, the previous day and had seen strong results.

The first period saw Vladdy score 9 goals against Unny, who was in on goal. His generous girth mostly blocked the entire goal opening, but you can always count on the Russians to figure out a way to distract and conquer. This time they used Big Macs and fries, and it worked like a charm.

Vladdy had this player shot at the end of Period 2

Period two was a bit more controversial as the North Koreans appeared to substitute the official puck with one of their own. Whenever a NoKo player fired a shot on goal, the puck would fake right and dart left. It also had a little red light that flickered, which distracted the goalie, something the fans don't normally get to see. The Koreans scored 19 goals and the Russians only came up with 4 as the period ended.

Period three was a full-out war on ice. The checking was brutal, literally, as both sides sported weapons such as Kalashnikovs and RPGs. By the end of the game, only two players were left standing: Vladdy and Unny.

Being good sports, they shook hands then Vladdy skated to his bench while Unny rolled over to his.

Both men said they had so much fun that they intend to do it again next year. 

The final score was Russia 58; North Korea 58.

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Sens a photo by Rob Hoey on Flickr.

Ah, the season is over for the Ottawa Senators, the lights are slowly fading, and the team can look back on this year and proudly say to themselves: "We couldn't suck enough." They came in last place but finished with a flourish that could only be described as a sports-tease--giving us hope that perhaps next year, they will suck enough. There were enough injuries on the team to give one pause and ponder the question as to whether or not they should have taken up curling instead of hockey. Let's face it, there's a lot less hitting and far fewer injuries in curling than one faces in the NHL. (For the Sens, NHL stands for "Need Help Ladies?").

But who am I to talk? I have no hockey skills. I have so little time in Canada that maybe I should keep my stupid keyboard shut and pretend that coming in dead last is no big deal. Heck, someone has to be last so that being first is just that much sweeter, and being the penultimate team doesn't quite suck as much.

The only good thing that came out of Canadian hockey for me was my learning the National Anthem, which, by the way, I plan to parody.

Shirt Swap--this photo is blogged

Shirt Swap--this photo is blogged a photo by Rob Hoey on Flickr.

This is the second time I'm using this photo for a blog entry. I'm using it because it epitomizes why people go to hockey games, and I'm also using it because I'm going to a game in abooot an hour and, like many peaceful Canadian fans, I hope to see more of this kind of action.
That being said, I want to make it perfectly clear (to use a dead president's words) that I do not want to actually see anyone hurt by a fight on the ice. In fact, I'm good to go if there aren't any fights just as long as my guys do some heavy pounding of their guys into the boards and wins the game.
I firmly believe that if we just had more controlled violence on ice, we'd have less violence on each other. Or maybe not.

eyes

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Originally uploaded by Rob Hoey

Today was Super Sunday and there was an Ottawa 67s game too. I'm all sported out after going to the hockey game and then watching the Big Game on TV. My son-in-law was my partner in crime today and we had a gentleman`s bet on the game--no money just chosing a side to cheer for--I chose Green Bay and won the bet. Half time with Black Eyed Peas was interesting in that it reminded me not of peas, but of a black hole--sucking up everything in its vicinity. I felt that if Frankie and I were on that stage singing with electric breasts and lightbulb butts, our voices and actions would not have been any less entertaining than what was on that stage. I mean it--the half time entertainment totally sucked. I don`t understand how people get paid such incredible sums of money to do what was done there in Dallas. Peas be up in you.

Well, maybe next year it`ll be more entertaining--maybe we`ll have a wardrobe disaster that`ll make the news.

Canadian Nightmare

Ottawa 67s Goalie--this photo is blogged as "Canadian Nightmare"
Originally uploaded by Rob Hoey

The definition of a Canadian nightmare is when your hockey team is up by a goal with under a minute to play; the other team (the damned Guelph, in this case) pulls their goalie, they tie the score with abooot 30 seconds to go, and then score again and lead by 1 with 11 seconds left--and bang, you lose. The only good parts to the game was going with Frankie--he bought me a 67s shirt for my birthday. The other good part was it was relatively quick getting out of the parking lot. They could not possibly suck more than they did today--the game is 3 periods long and they played only for 2 of them.

Oh well, we still have 3 more games to see.

Canadian Flag in Reflection

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Originally uploaded by Rob Hoey

Only in Canada do you get advertising that also talks about the weather. Let's face it, talking about the weather is about as mundane as you can get in normal conversations, but today we received an ad in the mail for Rogers cable TV where you can get "the hottest shows anytime with Rogers on Demand-free access on Channel 100; up to 170 channels, and Reliability." This is where you can "enjoy your favourite programs even during extreme weather conditions". And I think that's a point well taken because the Canadian weather can be extreme. It has already snowed three times since July and it's still pre-Christmas. In New York, we rarely had a white Christmas. Sometimes we'd get a few flakes in early December, but the flakes were a fluke--it would not snow for a month afterward. But here in Canada snow is like oxygen--they need it to live, and it's everywhere around you all winter long.

I'm going to a hockey game tonight, the first I've been to since I was in my twenties. The Sens are playing the Rangers and guess who I'm rooting for .  .   .

Wrong--I'm rooting for the Sens. I am no longer a New Yorker, although I miss the Big Apple a bit (or should I say "a bite"?), but I never had allegiance to the Rangers. In fact, when I went to that game years ago at Madison Square Garden (which is anything but square), I was surrounded by crazy louts who smoked dope and drank beer, often launching it in the air whenever a Ranger physically abused a member of the opposing team, thus dousing me in suds and making my time at the game quite uncomfortable.

I told Thasneem that I'll be wearing my new Senators sweater and she said "It'll be too cold." I realized she thought the game was played outdoors and I comforted her by explaining the scenario. Imagine how small the crowds would be if the games were actually played outdoors in the dead of winter, when the weather gets really cold--at least it's only going to be around minus 15. No big deal. Eh.