Friday, May 3, 2013
Benedict Cumberbatch: "He just kissed one of my bitches!"
How did Benedict Cumberbatch know that the second girl from Kent was a Cumberbatch fan?
For those of you who are utterly baffled by how Benedict Cumberbatch knew when he exclaimed: "He just kissed one of my bitches" at the Graham Norton show that was broadcast on BBC1 yesterday, I am going to describe the incident here and follow it with an explanation of what actually happened.
At the Graham Norton Show, Benedict Cumberbatch, ever a gentleman, had spontaneously ran off the stage to hug and kiss Cumberbatch fans who had travelled a long way to see him on the show (Germany, Hong Kong and Nebraska), making co-star Chris Pine sort of obligated to do so for his fans as well (Japan and Kent).
There were two fans who mentioned that they traveled from Kent to be at the show, but what Pine didn't know was that the second fan from Kent was actually a Cumberbatch fan and not a Pine fan like the first one. So when Pine went over to hug her, Cumberbatch had a mock shocked expression on his face as he pointed at the both of them and he then stood up before sitting back down again.
When Pine finally returned to the stage, Cumberbatch exclaimed, "He just kissed one of my bitches!", covering his mouth after uttering the word "bitches" since he had earlier on demurred to say the word when he was asked by Norton on what his fans called themselves, which is in fact "Cumberbitches" but who he instead diplomatically referred to as the "Cumber Collective". (Nice little bit of alliteration there by Cumberbatch.)
What had happened was that Cumberbatch had immediately recognized his fan from previous encounters before and especially after she presented a birthday compilation video to him for his 36th birthday last year. I am not all that sure Cumberbatch actually heard what she said when she was looking at him while being hugged by Pine and cheekily joking that "I'm a Pine now", since all the applause that was going around probably drowned out her words.
While it is nice to think that Cumberbatch amazingly made use of some Holmesian/Sherlockian skill retained from his role as Sherlock to deduce that the second fan from Kent was a fan of his, all without her ever mentioning it at all during the show, the truth is that Cumberbatch recognized her right from the start. Her name is Tor (short for Victoria) Charlesworth, and she is known online by her Tumblr moniker Cumberbuddy. To find out more about Tor and her previous interactions with the Batch, you can visit her Tumblr webpage at: http://cumberbuddy.tumblr.com/
When I was watching this scene unfold, a Sherlock quote actually popped into my mind. I mean, exactly what are the chances of Graham Norton actually calling on Cumberbuddy, a Cumberbatch fan that Cumberbatch actually recognized, as a second person from Kent who Chris Pine subsequently then mistakes for his fan, thus causing such a hilarious outcome?
Okay, Cumberbuddy did mention this: "we had names on the seats so i guess graham would be briefed before hand on which chairs to look out for. (certain then who’s a fan of who…)" but I think that there was still a randomness to how it all happened.
As Sherlock himself would say: "People say there's no such thing as coincidence. What dull lives they must lead." (Sherlock, Season 2, Hound of the Baskervilles)
Nope, I don't think for a second that Cumberbuddy leads a dull life. Why, she just celebrated her birthday at the Graham Norton show being fought over by two Hollywood hunks! That's a priceless birthday present, I'd dare say.
For Cumberbuddy's own words on what transpired, you can read it all here on her tumblr post: http://cumberbuddy.tumblr.com/post/49868400888/gns-and-the-london-stid-prem-write-up
Please note that some of the links here may be dead because Cumberbuddy has recently removed her postings after receiving a lot of hate messages on her tumblr account.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Matched trilogy: Reached Spoilers
A Matched trilogy inspired bracelet, by the wonderfully talented Jenna from her Etsy store Book Geek Boutique.
I got the book a week before its publication date, and devoured the book in two days. Here is what happen in Reached. Needless to say, this post is chock full of spoilers.
The Rising takes place. Many in Society is affected by the Plague. The Rising overthrows Society by providing the cure to the Plague.
Unfortunately the Plague mutates, and the Pilot looks to Cassia, Ky and Xander to find the cure; Xander because he is a medic/physic who had first-hand experience with the plague and its mutation, Ky because he is infected by the mutated Plague virus and basically becomes a test subject on which to try the new cure, and Cassia, because of her sorting skills and ability to analyze.
Cassia figures out the plant that can cure the plague, Xander makes the cure and Ky, who is treated with the cure and is held up as proof of the workability of the cure.
Not surprisingly, Cassia ends up with Ky, although Xander, who I really feel sorry about throughout the book because he is really a nice guy who deserves better, finds someone else in the end. While his new love may seem like a consolation prize, I actually feel that Xander would actually be happier with his new love interest than he could ever be with Cassia. Xander new love interest is surprisingly Vick's fiancee.
The book ends on a hopeful but somewhat ambiguous note as the people finally get to vote to see who will lead them, the Pilot representing the Rising, an Official representing Society, and Anna, the leader of the Anomaly/Abberation village in Crossed, who represents everyone else.
Indie, who nurses an unrequited love for Ky, gets the mutated plague and chooses to die her own way by flying off in her plane. Cassia's father also dies of the mutated plague before the cure can be found.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Pillowy Love
Waking up pillow-less,
I crane my neck to check,
Sure enough, he’s commandeered
my entire pillow.
Sleeping with nary a care in the world,
Dreaming of Whiskas Temptations®.
Not withstanding the crick in my neck,
My heart wells up with love.
For my perennial pillow-hogger.
I’ve never like his type.
I’ve always thought
His kind was too aloof.
But someway, somehow,
He’s insinuated himself
Into my hard cynical heart.
Whenever I'm feeling down,
He uncannily knows.
He'll snuggle real close,
Melting into me like
warm comforting butter.
As I hammer away
At my assignments, or watch
A film for class, We sit together,
A mere feather’s breath apart.
Past bedtime, he saunters downstairs.
Blocking the computer screen,
He contemplates me in bemusement
As I bang away on the keyboards.
Day's done, we hit the sack together.
He snares a cat’s share of the pillow.
His warm body rumbles merrily along,
And his stout whiskers tickles my face;
A furry kiss, a pillowy texture of love.
The Gospel of St. Luke The Cat
(A Bible for Cats and their human slaves)

The Ten Commandments
All Cats art thy Lord,
thou should Worship no other.
thou shall Make only Cats Idols.
thou shall Revere and Honor thy Cats.
human slaves, Submit and Obey.
Thou shall rest all 7 days of the week.
Thou shall be perennial Cat burglars.
Thou shall blame thy neighbor.
Thou shall also covet thy neighbor’s fish.
Thou shall be promiscuous and adulterous.
Thou shall be murderous and vicious.
Cats, your Lord commands you so.
The Seven Sins
Thou shall lust.
Thou shall eat till thou vomit.
Thou shall be greedy in all things.
Thou shall sleep 20 hours a day.
Thou shall rain down thy wrath.
On any that doth disturb thy sleep.
Thou shall envy thy neighbor’s fish.
Thou shall be proud and vain.
These are sins if thou doth not commit them.
The Seven Virtues
Thou shall be wonton, not chaste.
Thou shall not temper one’s greed.
Thou shall be selfish, not charitable.
Thou shall be lazy, not diligent.
Thou shall be impatient and violent.
Thou shall be evil and jealous, not kind.
Thou shall suffer hubris, not humble pie.
These are virtues if thou follow them.
The Ten Commandments
All Cats art thy Lord,
thou should Worship no other.
thou shall Make only Cats Idols.
thou shall Revere and Honor thy Cats.
human slaves, Submit and Obey.
Thou shall rest all 7 days of the week.
Thou shall be perennial Cat burglars.
Thou shall blame thy neighbor.
Thou shall also covet thy neighbor’s fish.
Thou shall be promiscuous and adulterous.
Thou shall be murderous and vicious.
Cats, your Lord commands you so.
The Seven Sins
Thou shall lust.
Thou shall eat till thou vomit.
Thou shall be greedy in all things.
Thou shall sleep 20 hours a day.
Thou shall rain down thy wrath.
On any that doth disturb thy sleep.
Thou shall envy thy neighbor’s fish.
Thou shall be proud and vain.
These are sins if thou doth not commit them.
The Seven Virtues
Thou shall be wonton, not chaste.
Thou shall not temper one’s greed.
Thou shall be selfish, not charitable.
Thou shall be lazy, not diligent.
Thou shall be impatient and violent.
Thou shall be evil and jealous, not kind.
Thou shall suffer hubris, not humble pie.
These are virtues if thou follow them.
The Devil's Brother
Oh Stanley
He’s a Serval Domestic Medley
He’s an Evil Savannah Cat
When You See Him You Go Scat
He’s Oscar’s Brother
With Chuck for a Father
Luke His Surrogate Brother
And Fonda for a Mother
He is the Epitome of Evil
That’s Definitely No Fake Call
His Brother is the Devil
After All
His Paws Full of Claws
He Leaves Your Face With Scratchy Flaws
With Terrifying Toenails He Draws Blood
Oh My God He Just Caused Noah’s Flood
Biting He Unleashes His Razor Sharp Teeth
They are Most Definitely Not A Myth
The Ground Shakes When He Pounces
For He Weighs A Great Many Ounces
Where He Leaps He Brings Gloom
When He Lands He Goes Boom
As He Stares At You From Across The Room
You Know You’re Awaiting Your Doom
When Luke Sees Him he Trembles and Cowers
For Brimming with Evil are His Diabolical Glowers
He Mutilates Chuck’s Beautiful Flowers
For Dark and Evil Are His Malicious Powers
He is Definitely Not As Innocent As He Looks
He Only Does that to Get into Chuck’s Good Books
Hear Not His Plantive Yowl
For When He Attacks With Excruciating Pain You’ll Surely Howl
Evil Emanates from Every Pore in His Body
He is The Vilest Villain from Every Fairy Tale Story
Beware Stanley for He is the Devil’s Brother
Even Satan Sees Him and Falter
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
A Love Poem Riddled with Clichés
What is love?
Love is a blushing dove.
Love warms you like a glove.
Love is found in a hidden grove.
Love is more than a treasure trove.
Love is the water that feeds a cove.
Love is the road that gypsies rove.
Love is the scarf your mother wove.
Love is how hard your father strove.

Love smells like cinnamon and clove.
Love feels cozy like a hot stove.
Love is the light from above.
Love shines on a small alcove.
Love is in everything, by Jove!
Love is a blushing dove.
Love warms you like a glove.
Love is found in a hidden grove.
Love is more than a treasure trove.
Love is the water that feeds a cove.
Love is the road that gypsies rove.
Love is the scarf your mother wove.
Love is how hard your father strove.

Love smells like cinnamon and clove.
Love feels cozy like a hot stove.
Love is the light from above.
Love shines on a small alcove.
Love is in everything, by Jove!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Labor Day Picnic*

This Labor Day at Coyote Point Park,
We had a lot of fun under the sun.
On grass fields flaked with eucalyptus bark,
It was perfect, like burger in a bun
Topped with sliced pickles, mustard and ketchup.
Tandoori chicken with basmati rice.
Sweet Jell-O shot to be slurped in a gulp,
Chilled Corona flavored with lemon slice.
Greek dolma lovingly wrapped in grape leaf,
Corn on the cob that's slathered with butter.
Thick, succulent, and well-seasoned grilled beef,
Pakora fried in gram flour batter.
This is the stuff that picnics are made of,
A great awesome way to spend your day off.
*While the poem, written in traditional sonnet form with iambic pentameter, seems to be obsessed with food, what I actually hope it does brings across is that the picnic is really about people, how friends of diverse cultural backgrounds came together to enjoy a traditional American Labor Day activity, as seen in the poem where verses about classic American barbeque foods are juxtaposed with that of other cuisines.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Pho Garden Challenge
On Friday last
Right after class
We drove to the city
In about an hour fifty
To test our mettle
In a food battle
As we took our seat
Two pounds of meat
Plus two pounds of pho
In a bowl of broth duh
To finish in an hour
Using all our eating power

Else we had to pay 22 dollars
From our meager coffers
We had to sign a waiver
Yet we did not waver

At first we were so smug
All too soon our pants got snug
Those pho do pack a punch
Soaking soup up like a sponge

Near the end of the hour
The taste of noodles turns sour
So to save our fragile sanity
We reluctantly paid the penalty
It’s the worst idea we ever had
Why, we must have been mad
We wanted to win so bad
Losing just made us sad
How bruised our ego
To see our dignity go
Our tummies were in such pain
No more pho for us ever again
Poem written by Sharon Ho.
Photographs taken by Lu Zheng.
Challengers featured: Patrick O'Leary (right) and Ezekiel Luis.
Pho Garden, home of the Pho Garden Challenge, is located in San Francisco on
2109 Clement Street, between 22nd Ave & 23rd Ave. For anyone who is interested
to know more or deluded enough to try, you can check out their website for more
details at http://phogardensf.com/.
Right after class
We drove to the city
In about an hour fifty
To test our mettle
In a food battle
As we took our seat
Two pounds of meat
Plus two pounds of pho
In a bowl of broth duh
To finish in an hour
Using all our eating power

Else we had to pay 22 dollars
From our meager coffers
We had to sign a waiver
Yet we did not waver

At first we were so smug
All too soon our pants got snug
Those pho do pack a punch
Soaking soup up like a sponge

Near the end of the hour
The taste of noodles turns sour
So to save our fragile sanity
We reluctantly paid the penalty
It’s the worst idea we ever had
Why, we must have been mad
We wanted to win so bad
Losing just made us sad
How bruised our ego
To see our dignity go
Our tummies were in such pain
No more pho for us ever again
Poem written by Sharon Ho.
Photographs taken by Lu Zheng.
Challengers featured: Patrick O'Leary (right) and Ezekiel Luis.
Pho Garden, home of the Pho Garden Challenge, is located in San Francisco on
2109 Clement Street, between 22nd Ave & 23rd Ave. For anyone who is interested
to know more or deluded enough to try, you can check out their website for more
details at http://phogardensf.com/.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Bulldogs spruce up Parkside

Devonte Street, 18; James Carter, 18; and Lucky Dozer, 19, clean up Parkside Elementary. Photo courtesy of Tim Tulloch.
http://media.www.sanmatean.com/media/storage/paper796/news/2010/09/07/News/Bulldogs.Spruce.Up.Parkside-3928818.shtml
Sharon Ho
Issue date: 9/7/10
The Bulldogs took a break from football practice on Saturday, Aug. 21 to help spruce up Parkside Elementary School for their 2nd Annual Community Service Day.
The players joined other volunteers in collecting about 90 bags of trash, painting all the wheelchair ramps, the walls, the basketball courts, play areas, tables, benches and cleaning out the garden and planting trees.
"The school has been severely hit by budget cuts, and the only way to help maintain the school is through volunteer efforts," said Assistant Head Coach and Defensive Coordinator Tim Tulloch.
The refurbishing effort was organized by a volunteer group called Parkside Dads, consisting mostly of the fathers of Shoreview's current students.
Tulloch is also a member.
The idea to volunteer came from the leadership group comprising of 10 players from the team.
"There a few different options on what volunteer work they could do, but they chose to clean up Parkside because they felt that that was the best option because it would have a direct effect on the community in making a difference," said Tulloch.
"We decided to clean up Parkside because we were all kids once and now as role models to them we want to show we do care about the kids and help them get a better experience of school than we did," said Marc Baker, an offensive lineman who is part of the leadership group. "It's important for our team to give back to the community and show we appreciate all that our community has done for us."
"I thought today was a great day seeing not only the team but also the coaches and others coming together to help paint and clean up the school," said running back Nate Newman, 19. "It shows how much we care about the community and also how much we don't mind taking the time out of our busy schedule to help others."
The Bulldogs plan to continue setting aside a day during the fall football season every year to volunteer.
"It is good for the players to learn that volunteering is important work and that they are more than just football players; they are also learning to be the leaders of tomorrow in helping to shape the community and this helps to increase their social awareness," Tulloch said.
This volunteering effort is part of the Bulldogs' Life Skills Development program. Players will also be attending workshops and talks as part of the program.
"Right now we are excited about a new mentoring program we launched just this summer through partnering with Bulldog alumnus Damion Caldwell's Walk Through Incorporated in which freshman and sophomore players are paired up with alumni as designated mentors," said Tulloch. "These mentors will help them continue to reach their end goal of getting their bachelor's degree and that is part of the bigger picture in our football program."
Friday, May 14, 2010
CSM Bulldog Spring Blue-White Football Game
If I can sum up my thoughts on the game in a sentence, it will be that watching the game from the press box has been an interesting experience, to say the least.
The night before the Bulldog Spring Blue-White game, I had been unable to sleep until around 2 a.m., which accounted for the fact that I went right back to bed even after the alarm sounded at 7 a.m..
I had actually planned to cover the Bulldog alumni flag football game that started at 9 a.m., but I guess that was not to be.
Still, despite nearly missing the bus, I managed to arrive at the football stadium early to catch the Spring game, and after scouting for the best seats to watch the games from (directly under the press box), I started chatting with some of the people sitting beside me, which was fortuitous because my voice caught the attention of my friend from the press box.
She was there to film the game, and I went up to the press box to join her. Sitting in the press box was a Bulldog alumnus, who asked me if I was the one currently covering the Bulldogs, with the scholarship stories, which I replied in the affirmative. Then he asked me if I was getting paid for covering the Bulldogs, which elicited peals of laughter from me and a firm negative. Shortly after the game started, he left, leaving just me and my friend in the press box.
That was when things started to get interesting. I'm afraid to say I can't really remember what was happening in the first half of the game. The Bulldogs were playing touch football, but that wasn't what gave me amnesia.
At first, both head football coach Bret Pollack and receivers coach Gregg Patner shouted some instructions and also the scores to my friend, and it was hard to make out what they were trying to say through the noise on the field. Usually there would be someone who was in charge of updating the scoreboard, but on that day it was left to my friend, who was desperately trying to film the game and update the score according to what the coaches were shouting at her.
On normal game days, someone from the field will signal the score to the score keeper in the press box but since the coaches were busy trying to coach and referee the game at the same time, and my friend had only coach Patner's vocal cords to guide her by.
Pretty soon I gave up trying to concentrate on the game and was instead trying to help my friend make out what Coach Patner was shouting at her after each play. For one thing it took us like a quarter of the game to finally realize out which team's scores was supposed to be recorded as home or guest, (it was all so disorienting), although with Coach Patner shouting at us when we got the scores wrong (yes, we knew that touchdowns were worth 6 points and field goals were worth 3 points and all that, but we decided early on to focus solely on what coach Patner shouted to us) I am quite sure we got the final score right. At least I hope it is.
Near the end of the first half, trying to film the game, keep score, start and stop the clock all by herself was taking a toll on my friend, and I took over stopping and starting the clock under her directions, only for coach Patner to shout at my friend that we were supposed to start the clock at the snap.
After half time, slot receiver coach Mike Langridge came up to the press box to keep score, but the game only got weirder. Somehow or another, someone decided that nobody was going to try and convert a point after a team scored a touchdown, although coach Langridge bemusedly decided to award 7 points for each touchdown. Earlier on I had decided not to cover the game, but I began taking notes, just in case.
However, I gave up upon realizing that some of the players were not wearing any numbers, and some of last year's sophomores were actually playing too.
Overall I guess it was a pretty informal game. There was some horsing around, like when a player decided to playfully "score" a touchdown after a play ended, and a player rushing into the field halfway during a play after being called in by a coach. The game ended with the White team winning 40-34.
Coach Langridge left right after, though not before saying that it was nice to see me again (and he remembered my name even though I interviewed him over a month ago!).
Overall, I managed to get some impressions of only a few players: sophomore quarterback Julian Bernard, who did a pretty good job as the White team's quarterback, Defensive linebacker D.j. McDonough from the White team who got two interceptions, and Defensive lineman Sosefo Maka from the Blue team, who recorded a sack towards the end of the game. I'm pretty sure I missed out a lot of other players who were also standouts in the game.
All in all, it was a pretty interesting game, and I guess watching the game sort of ended my semester of covering the Bulldogs during their off-season on a happy note. When Fall comes around, I look forward to just sitting in the stands at their home games as a normal spectator without having to worry too much about keeping score.
The night before the Bulldog Spring Blue-White game, I had been unable to sleep until around 2 a.m., which accounted for the fact that I went right back to bed even after the alarm sounded at 7 a.m..
I had actually planned to cover the Bulldog alumni flag football game that started at 9 a.m., but I guess that was not to be.
Still, despite nearly missing the bus, I managed to arrive at the football stadium early to catch the Spring game, and after scouting for the best seats to watch the games from (directly under the press box), I started chatting with some of the people sitting beside me, which was fortuitous because my voice caught the attention of my friend from the press box.
She was there to film the game, and I went up to the press box to join her. Sitting in the press box was a Bulldog alumnus, who asked me if I was the one currently covering the Bulldogs, with the scholarship stories, which I replied in the affirmative. Then he asked me if I was getting paid for covering the Bulldogs, which elicited peals of laughter from me and a firm negative. Shortly after the game started, he left, leaving just me and my friend in the press box.
That was when things started to get interesting. I'm afraid to say I can't really remember what was happening in the first half of the game. The Bulldogs were playing touch football, but that wasn't what gave me amnesia.
At first, both head football coach Bret Pollack and receivers coach Gregg Patner shouted some instructions and also the scores to my friend, and it was hard to make out what they were trying to say through the noise on the field. Usually there would be someone who was in charge of updating the scoreboard, but on that day it was left to my friend, who was desperately trying to film the game and update the score according to what the coaches were shouting at her.
On normal game days, someone from the field will signal the score to the score keeper in the press box but since the coaches were busy trying to coach and referee the game at the same time, and my friend had only coach Patner's vocal cords to guide her by.
Pretty soon I gave up trying to concentrate on the game and was instead trying to help my friend make out what Coach Patner was shouting at her after each play. For one thing it took us like a quarter of the game to finally realize out which team's scores was supposed to be recorded as home or guest, (it was all so disorienting), although with Coach Patner shouting at us when we got the scores wrong (yes, we knew that touchdowns were worth 6 points and field goals were worth 3 points and all that, but we decided early on to focus solely on what coach Patner shouted to us) I am quite sure we got the final score right. At least I hope it is.
Near the end of the first half, trying to film the game, keep score, start and stop the clock all by herself was taking a toll on my friend, and I took over stopping and starting the clock under her directions, only for coach Patner to shout at my friend that we were supposed to start the clock at the snap.
After half time, slot receiver coach Mike Langridge came up to the press box to keep score, but the game only got weirder. Somehow or another, someone decided that nobody was going to try and convert a point after a team scored a touchdown, although coach Langridge bemusedly decided to award 7 points for each touchdown. Earlier on I had decided not to cover the game, but I began taking notes, just in case.
However, I gave up upon realizing that some of the players were not wearing any numbers, and some of last year's sophomores were actually playing too.
Overall I guess it was a pretty informal game. There was some horsing around, like when a player decided to playfully "score" a touchdown after a play ended, and a player rushing into the field halfway during a play after being called in by a coach. The game ended with the White team winning 40-34.
Coach Langridge left right after, though not before saying that it was nice to see me again (and he remembered my name even though I interviewed him over a month ago!).
Overall, I managed to get some impressions of only a few players: sophomore quarterback Julian Bernard, who did a pretty good job as the White team's quarterback, Defensive linebacker D.j. McDonough from the White team who got two interceptions, and Defensive lineman Sosefo Maka from the Blue team, who recorded a sack towards the end of the game. I'm pretty sure I missed out a lot of other players who were also standouts in the game.
All in all, it was a pretty interesting game, and I guess watching the game sort of ended my semester of covering the Bulldogs during their off-season on a happy note. When Fall comes around, I look forward to just sitting in the stands at their home games as a normal spectator without having to worry too much about keeping score.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Former Bulldog scores NFL contract

Raymond Emanuel Hisatake at Pro Day, April 1, 2010. Photo courtesy of Bay'bee Joy Saleapaga.
Sharon Ho
Issue date: 5/3/10
In a world where most players enter college football programs with years of Pop Warner and high school playing experience, Raymond Emanuel Hisatake stands out.
Hisatake, 23, a former CSM Bulldog defensive lineman, signed a three-year free agent contract with the Carolina Panthers on April 24, and will be suiting up in a No. 62 Panthers uniform.
He received a $10,000 signing bonus and will have a first year salary of $320,000.
"It's a storybook tale," said his former CSM head coach Larry Owens.
"Ray having never played any football at high school to have an opportunity to play professional football and get paid for it, I am really excited for him. We at CSM love him a lot and are very happy for him and his family," he said.
Hisatake never played a football game before he came to CSM, said Owens.
When he first came for tryouts, he wasn't sure what the pads were and how to put them on.
"Ray was easy to coach," said Owens. "He would do everything you tell him to and he worked very hard and has come a long way."
"I am very thankful and very blessed," said Hisatake. "I gave my best and am happy that I will be able to represent CSM and the coaches."
Hisatake graduated from Westmoor High in Daly City, a school that did not have a football program, in 2004 and enrolled at CSM with the intention of joining the track-and-field program.
"It was very hard to get a full-ride scholarship to college through track-and-field," said Hisatake. "I spoke to a few colleges, and I found out that I was good but not good enough (to get a scholarship)."
Still, that did not stop Hisatake from winning the 2006 Coast Conference Track & Field Championship in discus throwing.
"I thought that since CSM had a football team, I might as well try out and hope to get into a Division III college football program," said Hisatake.
Instead, after greyshirting in 2004 and playing as a defensive lineman in 2005 and 2006, Histake won a scholarship to a Division I football program at the University of Hawaii.
At UH, he switched to playing in the offensive positions of left tackle, right guard and left guard.
"When I first saw and met Ray, we were in spring football and he was working out with the track team," said CSM Defensive Line Coach David Heck. "6'4" and 330 pounds does not come around too often. I remember his first play in his first game where he got driven down the field 15 yards and could not get off the block. Now he is the one driving people 15 yards down the field."
After graduating from UH on Dec. 20, 2009 with a bachelor degree in sociology, Hisatake spent three months in Arizona preparing for his Pro Day on April 1.
"I did well enough in the individual drills and managed to impress the Chicago Bear and Carolina Panther scouts," said Hisatake. "The Carolina Panthers gave me a call after the draft offering me a contract."
"Coach Heck was one of the first people outside of my family that I called," Hisatake said. "I consider Coach Heck my family and I still keep in touch with Coach O (Owens), (CSM Defensive Coordinator) Coach Tulloch and my Bulldog teammates; I will never forget the bonds of friendship I made with them."
"I felt so proud and thankful about Ray signing a pro contract; it couldn't have happened to a nicer kid," said Heck. "Coming from where he came from and never playing football to signing a pro contract is the reason I coach; just for him to have the opportunity to be in this position is a great thing. I think this is what junior college football is all about. Giving opportunities to young men that they didn't have coming out of high school."
"I'm happy for Ray," said Bulldog teammate Tevita Halaholo. "He's an athlete. I remember him doing perfect splits in the locker room; biggest dude I've ever seen do the splits. He will do a great job in the NFL."
"The coaches at CSM, they helped me a lot," said Hisatake. "Coach Owens gave me an opportunity to play despite me not having any football experience. I am proud to be part of a great football program at CSM which also helped me get ahead academically; I was able to graduate early from CSM with an AA majoring in liberal arts. Due to the program, I am the first in my family to graduate with a college degree."
"There are three things that I am really happy for him about- first that he got a scholarship to University of Hawaii, then when he got his bachelor's degree there, and now when he gets a shot at playing football professionally," said Owens.
"Ray represents what we all mean when we speak of being a Bulldog," said CSM Football Head Coach Bret Pollack. "He exemplifies our culture and fighting spirit of 'Play Hard, Never Quit' which rings true for all Bulldogs in the classroom, in the weight room, on the field, and in life. Ray continues to exemplify that culture and at the same time provide motivation for current and future CSM students and athletes."
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