During my stay in Albany, I found the time to travel to Japan as our state's capital is not known for its sushi. OK so this novelty booth photo is unrealistic (and thanks alot guys for printing "Albany" at the bottom) I actually like this picture even though it looks like I'm about to blow a bubble.

Here we have some fans obscuring my view of the big blue wrecking crew. Notice the dearth of spectators at the sidelines. It was a real scorcher that day and most of the crowd was sitting in the shade. You really had to feel for the Giants and them having to wear heavy padded uniforms while enduring homoerotic friction.

My brother. Wearing *my* t shirt. Which was probably his t shirt first. Its a chicken-egg conundrum so I don't know why I brought it up.

Its my shirt. I wore it last. What the hell? He's blood.

You're wondering if I took this picture because of the phallic machine. You know me so well.

How hot is Tiki Barber. And suddenly I have jungle fever

Here is my dumb sibling obstructing my view of Tiki.

Tiki and I (for the purposes of this document, we're on a first name basis). Notice how I control my hormones. To find out how Tiki is in the *sack*

I'm so happy he gets along with my family.

Propecia free and livin' large. For more on blocking hair growth and blocking in general, view Mr. Clean (I mean Comella)

And I thought hot days made me grouchy. I passed on asking him to pose with me. To see how Kerry Collins passes

Joe Jurevicius didn’t seem too receiving. For more on this wide receiver

Me, my brother, and Swedish steroids. AKA Kent 'golden' Graham. Catch him

Does this guy look like he can kick tight football butt or what? For more on his defensive end

Notice the couple of people in the background who are smiling/laughing for my picture. Then again, they were watching the Giants…badabing…

To you this seems like a sweet picture of my mother and brother. But what you don't know is that before this photo was snapped, my mother snapped at my sibling for stepping on her foot while they were getting ready to pose. Declared mother, "He's an idiot. I'm never taking a picture with him" before walking a few feet and then urging my brother to pose, at an appreciable distance from her.

Sparks!
Knowing that my mother takes the worst pictures, I decided to go for juicy, sensational, something I could use for blackmail. For more on this talented black male and good sport