Archive for June, 2006
He’s impossible to buy for. What on earth does he need? More socks?
Published Date: June 29th, 2006Category: Baseball, Baseball Jinx, Silliness
An Open Letter to Kevin Youkilis.
Men like sports. Men watch the action movie, they eat of the beef, and enjoy to look at the bosoms.
Published Date: June 22nd, 2006Category: Baseball, Silliness
Well, it finally happened.
Once upon a time, I bought my first baseball cap. (Sidenote:Â What kind of crazy world are we living in where I say *that* and not “I bought my first tiara”?) If I’m not mistaken I bought it at the first Boston/Orioles game that we went to during the Summer of Indoctrination. It’s khaki and has a smallish B and says “Boston Red Sox 19whatever” in navy. And even more surprising than me purchasing this hat is that I actually wore it. If you got a Christmas card of me in Hawaii in 2004, there was my baseball cap–because not only was it sunny, but there were PLAYOFFS. So I *had* to wear it.
So, yes, I was wearing it to support my team, but I had an ulterior motive: Boys.
You can blame the new layout on Sara, who told me yesterday, “You need to stop writing about baseball.” And then she went on to talk about how I should be posting about things that interest her.
Apparently in all the years of living together she didn’t learn that ordering me around is the *fastest* way to get me to dig in my heels and be stubborn.
Now, unfortunately for me the Red Sox hate happiness, puppies, sunshine, and WINNING BASEBALL GAMES, so I don’t really have anything to say–mostly steam just comes out my ears. But you know my entries are going to be all-baseball-all-the-time from now on, because I am just that much of a pain in the ass. 
Or, more likely, it will be all-baseball-all-the-time until I have a really exciting real life story to share. So, umm, never.
Would it be weird for me to start my own drinking game? Like I have to do a shot every time someone asks for my help?
Published Date: June 14th, 2006Category: Baseball, Silliness, TV
Round about the ninth inning of last night’s ulcer-inducing extra-innings game, Danielle and I decided that we needed a drinking game for whenever we have to endure other teams’ broadcasts. Because if we were going to have to listen to the moronic comments of the other team’s announcers, we needed to be drunk. And, yes, I realize that other teams don’t know the Red Sox as well as their own team, but if MLB TV is going to make me watch them, I’m going to complain about it.
I’m putting it under the cut because I doubt anyone besides Gwen and Nicole will want to read it. You’re welcome.
This entry will be almost baseball-free! Except first I have to say that David Ortiz rocks my world.
/baseball
So, I have a ghost in my apartment.
You missed one ball and the whole game was your fault? What, you were the only one playing?
Published Date: June 7th, 2006Category: Baseball
You know, I thought long and hard about it and I decided that last night’s 2-1 loss was more painful than the 13-5 loss by far.
I’m on MySpace, and I used to have like a thousand friends, and suddenly for some reason now I only have nine hundred something.
Published Date: June 6th, 2006Category: Baseball, The Wonder that is Me
I keep starting out this entry by saying “I don’t want to talk about last night’s Red Sox game except to say…” and then the next thing I know I’ve ranted for five or six paragraphs, which kinda defeats the purpose of a sidenote, now doesn’t it? But I will not cave to the temptation to discuss how Josh Beckett will have to pitch a no-hitter in Yankee Stadium before I will forgive him for his performance last night.
But enough about that–let’s talk about me.
Specifically, let’s talk about how I caved to the collective pressure of Sara, Nicole, and my cousin Heather and got a myspace.
I know, I know. I feel like I lost all my geek street cred. On the bright side, by using that phrase I’m sure to have earned it all back.
Anyway, I’ve got it all set up and I have six whole friends and my reaction is pretty much: so what? I guess it has some sort of blogging function, although from what I can see nobody seems to use it much. And regardless, I’d rather blog here, anyway where it’s quiet and there aren’t any blinking ads and nobody’s spelling “you” with only a single letter. Of course, I don’t have much to say and not many people are reading this, but it makes me happy and gives me a place to vent about Josh Beckett lasting less than two innings because he hates puppies and sunshine and happiness.
So, basically we come to the point of this “entry”: a link to my myspace.
Gold star for whomever can place the entry title. No cheating!
Uh, can we just revel in your fabulous lack of priorities?
Published Date: June 1st, 2006Category: Silliness, The Wonder that is Me
Last night the Red Sox had a five run lead when I turned off the game, so I got to bed at a decent hour (and I also missed the four run pitching implosion, which is always a good thing). Not long after I went to sleep I was awakened by bright lights in my apartment. Confusion ensued because I thought it was 10 *am*, and I couldn’t understand why I’d slept so late and how I’d missed the alarm.
I staggered out to my living room and saw that the lights were coming from the street. You see, there was a fire engine shining its lights onto my apartment. I didn’t see or smell smoke and the fire fighters didn’t look particularly frenzied, but I heard them in the building and it freaked me out enough that I couldn’t get back to sleep after they’d gone. But while I was watching out the window, I started to pack in my head, in case I needed to evacuate.
This is what I was going to grab (in order of preference), and I believe that it says a lot about me.
1. Peter Buck autographed Find the River album cover and Mike Mills guitar pick.
2. Photo albums.
3. Laptop.
4. REM collector-edition albums (Green through Around the Sun).
5. Jewelry.
That’s right, I wasn’t going to take clothes or any of my medications or even a pillow, but hell if they were dragging me out of there without my REM albums.
It’s possible my priorities need realigning.