Some thoughts...

The Red Sox almost indirectly ruined my family tonight. Actually, my dad almost ruined my family. He decided to try to convince me that Josh Beckett had hurt himself on the way to the game, that it happened while I was in my class tonight. My dad and I will not be speaking anytime soon.

The blogging while watching thing...yeah, not so much. Got to focus my positive energy on my boys! Isn't it crazy, how superstitious we sports fans can be? I once dated a guy who said things wouldn't work out since it rained the day of our first date. He said that on the first date. He couldn't believe I thought he was crazy. He thought all sports fans were superstitious about all things. needless to say...it didn't work out, and it wasn't because of the rain.

I'm so pumped for tonight. Beckett vs the Russian Rocket...why russian? Well, they aren't quite as good as the rest of the rockets. They fall apart, they might be a little past their prime and still in use. Maybe you'd send a dog up in a Russian Rocket, but never a human. Go Sox.

Dice-K @ Pettitte

I haven't done this all season, but I think I'll blog this one as it goes.

6:57 - How can you trust a guy who cheated on Halle Berry. This is why, when I watch a game on YES, the TV volume goes all the way down, and I put a little XM music on. Thank god for Lucy, playing the alternative hits of the 90s.

7:03 - So, Tiger Woods likes baseball? Maybe? IT would seem the game isn't on YES (Thank theo.) but on WNGS. I'm not sure that's much better, especially after the random soundless shot of Tiger Woods, and a brief station identification screen. Stupid Yankees networks.

7:12 - Pettitte takes seven pitches to get Dustpans, Youk, and Papi 1-2-3. Nice to hear the biased Yankee announcer acknowledge the ROY season Pedroia is having.

7:18 - Jeter said "shit" on TV. Maybe his herpes are flaring up today.

7:24 - A-rod slides into second. and by second, i mean lugo's ankles. I hate that guy. Not Julio.

7:28 - Gotta walk away for a minute or two. Gonna stop the posting, thinking it's bad karma. Dice-K is having a rough inning, but in true Dice-K form, I have faith he will shake it off and be just fine as soon as he gets out of this one.

until next inning...

"a fantastic second half"

I'm just so tired of hearing this said about the Yankees. Give me a break...let's take a look at who they've played since the all-star break...Tampa Bay, Toronto, Tampa Bay AGAIN, Kansas City, Chicago, Kansas City, Toronto, Cleveland, Baltimore, Detroit, LAA, Detroit. Are you kidding me? I could put the JV softball team from our school up against those teams and come out with a winning record. The Yankees have not had a fantastic second half. They've had a bunch of games against teams that are mediocre at best. The Cleveland series was a joke...I was so disappointed in the Former Buffalo Bisons. (Seriously, when did Cleveland stop swinging the heavy bats? Talk about a surprise...) Out of the serious contenders, they went 4 - 4 with Detroit, 1-2 with LAA, and swept Cleveland. Good luck, so-called Bombers. Because let's face the facts...you don't have the pitching to make the long haul. And despite the fact that your september looks like an easy coast, the Mariners and the Red Sox will foil the plans of the Evil EMpire. But you just can't call it fantastic baseball. It's not, not by any stretch.

Sox at Yankees, t-minus 30 minutes. Tonight, Dice-K vs Pettitte. Give 'em hell, boys.

And big ups to the AL players of the week, Captain Graybeard and Big Papi.

Name for a Gnome

So, I have these garden gnomes on my front porch. And two are playing leapfrog; we've named them Hercules and Big Randy. The other is a bobblehead gnome (really fun on windy days) and he hasn't had a name since Franklin and I rescued him from a doomed life at Walgreens. He's carrying some mushrooms, and judging by the look on his face, they just may be of the magical variety. And as I was watching a little Sox action today, the perfect name occurred to me. So next time you find yourself on Crestwood, come introduce yourself to Julian Tavarez, the bobblehead gnome.

A Study In Optimism, via Instant Messanger

me: so, do you think eric gagne is trying to ruin my life on purpose?
geoff: i think on purpose is a string term
me: string term?
geoff: maybe more of an enjoyable side effect?
me: i hate that guy
me: fucking 3 earned runs on six batter
geoff: jebus
me: yeah, exactly
me: dude is gonna get his ass kicked in boston tonight
me: hope he has good security
me: your next career: eric gagnes body double
me: high risk, but i bet it would be good money.
geoff: its only the next logical step
me: for you and for him
me: i'm really upset with him right now.
me: i bet there's a way i could pin this on steinbrenner though
me: quick, call the conspiracy theorists
geoff: there's always a way to pin it on steinbrenner
me: for real
me: at least we unloaded wily mo today


even after gagne blows a save, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel.