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Stupid towels
Oct. 28th, 2007 10:17 pmWTF is up with all of those effing towels? They had them in Cleveland and they have them in Denver, too. They are the most annoying things ever.
I am going to strangle all of them with their fecking towels.
Bring back the foam finger, people!!
ETA: They will need their towels to wipe all their sad widdle tears when they LOSE!
I am going to strangle all of them with their fecking towels.
Bring back the foam finger, people!!
ETA: They will need their towels to wipe all their sad widdle tears when they LOSE!
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Oct. 27th, 2007 11:03 pmCome on, Daisuke, you can do it!!
ETA: Orrrrr, maybe not. Still, good job!
ETA: Orrrrr, maybe not. Still, good job!
Award winning AUTHOR Ashanti? Are you effing kidding me?
What's her book about? Long eyelashes caked with mascara? How to wear a satin baseball jacket with no shirt underneath? Shiny hands?
What's her book about? Long eyelashes caked with mascara? How to wear a satin baseball jacket with no shirt underneath? Shiny hands?
Another Pennant, Woot woot!!
Oct. 22nd, 2007 09:57 amIt's World Series time again, baby.
Times like this, I really miss my dad. He would have LOVED the Indians/Sox games (he was a closet Indians fan because he liked underdogs, I guess; I also think he liked their politically incorrect hat) and he would be psyched about another Series run.
I hope you can still watch, Dad.
Times like this, I really miss my dad. He would have LOVED the Indians/Sox games (he was a closet Indians fan because he liked underdogs, I guess; I also think he liked their politically incorrect hat) and he would be psyched about another Series run.
I hope you can still watch, Dad.
A little of this and that
Oct. 16th, 2007 11:00 pmJen got me a Nintendo DS for my birthday. It's cute. It's fun!
But I worry that I will never have time to use it. Or that the punk will puke on it. Or that I will never be able to afford any new games. (She got me one of the Brain Age games.)
~//~
Speaking of the punk, we took her for weight checks the last two Tuesdays because she had been really spitting up a lot and had slowed her eating for a little while.
Last Tuesday: 13lb 1oz
Today: 13lb 12oz
Woah, big baby! I guess feeding her in her sleep is working. :)
~//~
This ALCS is starting to get awfully depressing and very typical Red Sox.
But I worry that I will never have time to use it. Or that the punk will puke on it. Or that I will never be able to afford any new games. (She got me one of the Brain Age games.)
~//~
Speaking of the punk, we took her for weight checks the last two Tuesdays because she had been really spitting up a lot and had slowed her eating for a little while.
Last Tuesday: 13lb 1oz
Today: 13lb 12oz
Woah, big baby! I guess feeding her in her sleep is working. :)
~//~
This ALCS is starting to get awfully depressing and very typical Red Sox.
Sox game :(
Jul. 15th, 2006 10:32 amWhile fun, the game last night was so, so painful. The Sox were just losing, losing, losing. They were down 7-2 in the 7th and by the time the 8th inning came around, the A's just kept scoring runs. So frustrating. When the A's had scored 6 runs in the 8th, we decided it was time to start ambling out of the park. And as we walked out, they got 2 more. *sigh*
It was kind of sad to be at the game last night. I've only ever been to two Red Sox games without my dad in my entire life - last night's and one time in 1998 with this dude from grad school. The last baseball game of any kind that I went to was when Jen and I took Dad and Grandpa for Fathers' Day in 2004 - Dad's last Fathers' Day. It felt weird to be there without him. I could just picture what he would look like there, what he would say to the players, how he would clap and when. I imagine him tossing encouragements to the godawful Sox last night, and every so often I would hear echoes of him throughout our section. "Come on, Manny, hit one for my kid," or "This is his time, he's due," or my personal favorite, the heckler of an unfortunate A's player named Perez who watched his batting average go from .098 to .095 throughout the game. "A 95 batting average? WHAAAAAA?!!?!?!" Poor Perez.
That was definitely a "for the television" game for sure, with the sticky humidity, the hot temps, the lack of breeze, and the dismal score. Not to mention the lack of Dad. But hey, it was a good time anyway. I sure can dig some baseball.
~//~
Heading off to the beach with Coworker Marti Maraschino and Coworker Funk. I think it's awesome that Marti Maraschino is all about calling people last minute to make plans. I can dig it. Also, Movie Club tonight. HIIIIIIII-YAH!
It was kind of sad to be at the game last night. I've only ever been to two Red Sox games without my dad in my entire life - last night's and one time in 1998 with this dude from grad school. The last baseball game of any kind that I went to was when Jen and I took Dad and Grandpa for Fathers' Day in 2004 - Dad's last Fathers' Day. It felt weird to be there without him. I could just picture what he would look like there, what he would say to the players, how he would clap and when. I imagine him tossing encouragements to the godawful Sox last night, and every so often I would hear echoes of him throughout our section. "Come on, Manny, hit one for my kid," or "This is his time, he's due," or my personal favorite, the heckler of an unfortunate A's player named Perez who watched his batting average go from .098 to .095 throughout the game. "A 95 batting average? WHAAAAAA?!!?!?!" Poor Perez.
That was definitely a "for the television" game for sure, with the sticky humidity, the hot temps, the lack of breeze, and the dismal score. Not to mention the lack of Dad. But hey, it was a good time anyway. I sure can dig some baseball.
~//~
Heading off to the beach with Coworker Marti Maraschino and Coworker Funk. I think it's awesome that Marti Maraschino is all about calling people last minute to make plans. I can dig it. Also, Movie Club tonight. HIIIIIIII-YAH!
Flashback, June 2004
Jun. 1st, 2006 05:40 pmJen and I had just moved to Boston a few weeks prior, but we splurged and spent gaggles of money that we didn't have (we didn't have jobs yet) to get 4 tickets to an afternoon Red Sox game - Father's Day presents for my father and grandfather. Grandpa, Dad, my brother and I caught at least one Sox game every summer with the Freemasons and numerous games in Pawtucket (Red Sox AA team) when I was a young person. The Masons stopped taking trips when I was a teenager because it was getting too expensive.
At the time, it seemed so important to do this, to buy these tickets and convince my dad to drive my grandfather up, because we didn't know if we'd ever get another chance to go to a game with my grandfather. He's 88, after all, and though he is pretty healthy you just never know. We didn't want to miss an opportunity to have a Fenway Father's Day with Grandpa and regret it later.
I didn't know how wrong and how right I was. The Sox finally won a World Series in 2004 and the team was positively on fire. The crowd was crazy. We had a great time. It was the last Father's Day gift I would ever buy for my Dad.
And I think it was possibly his favorite.
At the time, it seemed so important to do this, to buy these tickets and convince my dad to drive my grandfather up, because we didn't know if we'd ever get another chance to go to a game with my grandfather. He's 88, after all, and though he is pretty healthy you just never know. We didn't want to miss an opportunity to have a Fenway Father's Day with Grandpa and regret it later.
I didn't know how wrong and how right I was. The Sox finally won a World Series in 2004 and the team was positively on fire. The crowd was crazy. We had a great time. It was the last Father's Day gift I would ever buy for my Dad.
And I think it was possibly his favorite.
