It's Only Right That I Return

...with this video. Amidst cover letters, resume updates, and applications applications applications, I've been buried up to my neck in busy-ness. Not to mention work, school and preparing for this semester's competitions. Why is it only right? Because college was a much simpler time. Also, I talked to my old neighbor Mike a few days ago and we both agreed that we were hella (read: "wicked" if I was a New Englander) psyched on this commercial.



It's been weird lately, I almost miss Massachusetts. It's probably the humidity which is mutating my brain or something. I talked to Erin for a long time today. She mentioned also almost missing Massachusetts and the friends she had there. As the discussion progressed, I noted that I'm only remembering the good times and I'm omitting all of the stuff I didn't like (e.g. the closed-off mentality, the lack of having a car, a majority of the people, blue-light laws - coincidentally they exist to some extent down here). Nevertheless, there were good times spent there. And I absolutely love this commerical.

Neglect

I've been neglecting this thing for a while. Other obligations and a lack of things to write about are strong contributors to my absence. At some point, I'll enact a resolution and make this blog what it was supposed to be.

It's Obviously Monday

My self-diagnosed ADD (read: over-stimulation) is acting up. But I'm dually excited and anxious about life right now.

1) write on for the journal is due sooner than later. It's 5-8 pages but I'm loathing it. A lot.

2) I will soon have a new running partner. Avery text yesterday and since we are now neighbors we will soon be running (slowly) together. As soon as my schedule clears up of course.

3) friends are coming to town. Finally, someone other than Rosie and Andrew are coming to see me. There's a long list of places to go and foods to eat.

4) last week of work. I'm over it. Totally; 100% over it. Not even sure I ever checked in.

5) waiting to hear back on an offer. Let's face facts, I'm bummed if I don't get an offer, but I'm tired of being in limbo. It's time to figure out if I need plan b. Or c.



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Costas, Baseball and Beer

Costas continued: “Texas didn’t win anything during that period of time, and it’s pretty clear that Texas might have led the league in massive steroid use. So I don’t know how you evaluate or devalue championships during that period of time.”

Bob Costas was quoted by the New York Times saying the above. I think it's spot-on. If I wasn't posting via phone, I'd link up the article. Alas, check the Times website and you can find the article with the headline about championships and astericks.

Look, I've discussed Costas on here before, particulalry because of his coverage of all sports (including figure skating), but primarily for his disgust for, and unwillingness to accept blogs. In an effort to avoid digressing, I will avoid such tangents.

Costas' comment made me chuckle. I don't know where I stand in this steroid mess. In fact, I don't think I can make an argument for the purity of baseball because it seems that baseball as I remember it was the steroid era. Cansecos 40/40 season? Likely tainted. The dingers of McGwire? Roids most likely. And years later the Bo Sox 04 championship has the stench of roids as manny and big papi were named in the 2003 Mitchell report that leaked yesterday.

I'm not going to condem nor condone steroids. I will say this, it's mlb's fault. They failed to regulate it then and thus players didn't see a need to refrain. Call it what you will, right or wrong, the infamous gray area...but it happened. The two aren't the first, nor will they be the last, to be outted.

I'm of the shared notion that the names all need to come out. Give the reporters one big stockpile of names rather than allowing them to be leaked, and thus periodically rationed out. I'm tired of steroids. The game was polluted with them. C'est la vie. Time to move on.

Now here's to hoping for a clean slate for baseball and a beer for me at lunch. Today is Fun Lunch Friday (FLF). Since have the office has today off we go to lunch and enjoy ourselves with some fermented beverages (or so I'm told - this is my first). Here's to hoping there's a beer in my future.


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Pitchers in the A.L. vs. Pro Golf

Okay I grew up loving baseball. I loved the As and I loved the Giants. Then the mid 90s strike happened (93 or 94?) I lost that love. In fact, I despised it. Still went to games but it wasn't anything i followed (in fact I didn't really follow any sport through the mid 90s until 2001 or 2002.

My friend Mike, whom I worked this loved the Angels while the other two guys, Jason and steve, liked the Giants. Somehow, I grew to despise the giants, and more importantly the national league. Really, aside from the giants when I was growing up I hates every other NL team. The Expos, the Phillies, dodgers (who beat the As in the world series), the padres, pirates, the cardinals....I hated every NL team.

I found my love in 2004, when the red sox made the ultimate comeback and beat the Yankees. See, I'd had yankees hats, but only because the NY was iconic - it was hip hop, and I loved hip hop. So I put up with the fact I didn't like baseball much and I hated the Yankees. Yeah, confusing I know. But that was the year for me (it should be noted I had a Boston hat sometime in the late 90s or early 2000s. It was even fitted, meaning I shelled out legit dough for it. But kyles little brother borrowed it and managed to get paint on it and that was the end of that).

Anyway, I've always loved the AL. Sure it's got the DH spot and that might not be as pure, but I could care less. Sports are so specialized now that the pitcher batting is basically an out. Blah blah strategy, blah blah. I'd rather have a hitter than a lame pitcher who can't bat (zambrano being an exception to this rule).

I've been lpoking at pitchers lately and realizing how fat they are. It's ridiculous. Chamberlain, penny, beuhrle (sp), jenks, sabathia. These guys are pretty friggin huge man. Can we really call these dudes athletes? They throw a ball. That's about it. Clearly there's not a lot of running in these guys' regimens. People always whine about golfers not being athletes. Well hitting a ball with a club then walking doesn't really seem too different from being a pitcher who throws a ball then walks into the dugout (granted there is running to back up home or cover a bag or chase down a bunt, but come on, the afforementioned are grossly overweight).


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A Truly Positive Post

So earlier I questioned whether this day could get any better. It's pre-emotive Friday, there's (work sponsored) happy hour, new Nike magic watch, new shoes...a lot to be thankful for.

But then it all got a hell of a lot sweeter! The 2010 NBA all star game is in Dallas. Dallas is like 4 hours from H-town. I love basketball. And presale tickets went up today. Well I told Jim via txt that I was thinking about going, knowing damn well he'd be in for it. Not only was he in, he took control of the situation. 20 minutes later he had 3 monster seats (for guys in school) locked down for the 2010 NBA all star game. And it's at the new 100k capacity cowboy stadium. Suddenly February seems right around the corner.


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A (semi) Positive Post

I spilled coffee on my white shirt this morning while getting on the elevator. Also, the cafeteria did not have any bananas. But I'm not letting it get me down. You see, today is my Friday.

I suffer through nine hour days just so I can have every other Friday off. Tis but a slice of heaven. Plus my new nikes came in the mail yesterday. Shox up front, AirMax in the back. It's like a shoe mullet! And, most importantly, my sportband came in as well (or as Jim calls it, my magic Nike watch). Now I can figure out how far I'm running and how slow I'm doing it! Yeah! And tonight is (work sponsored) happy hour! Can today get any better? Well yeah, it could be 5pm, but Ill try and not be picky.


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People I Want to Punch in the Face pt. 1

If you're not bristling with anticipation, I cant understand why. I know I have since contemplating this post while driving in an hour ago....

1) Ann Coulter - if you can't understand why, think she's hot, relevant, right or not a racist add youself to this list. In fact, punch yourself in the face.

2) Barbara Streisand - she thinks she has a "good" side that she needs to be photographed from. FYI lady, you're ugly on both sides. My sister used to watch Rosie o'donnells show when we were younger and I distinctly remember Streisand wouldn't come on unless the set was flipped to film her "good" side. Even in the 90s streisand annoyed me.
Speaking of Rosie o'donnell...

3) Rosie o'donnell - I know i've complained on here before, but man, I hate her. I hate her so much. Particularly for that awful mockery of speaking Chinese towards the end of her time on the view.

4) alex rodriguez - he's a douchebag, a Yankee, fake, and he has purple lips.

5) lebron James - like ghey-rod, he's a douchebag, a whiner, and was crowned "the king" before he played his first NBA game. I don't doubt the talent, but the media hype and the poor loser thing is disrespectful to the game. The whole "I'm-taking-my-ball-and-going-home" attitude is pathetic. Obviously after punching him I'd run. Although he's a super-athlete and would catch me and pulvurize me.


Honorable mention: all the bad drivers on the road - driving slower than the flow in the left-most lane: unnacceptable. Doing it while on the phone: downright obnoxious. Or there's the two-lane slide into my lane. Hello...jackass. Unnecessary brake guy, aka sir brakes a lot. Ughhhh the list could go on forever. My favorite is the guy lost in a residential area that slows down to a crawl, impedes traffic going both ways only to speed up (cause he/she wasn't paying attention to anything around and failed to have any courtesy foe abyone around) right when you go to get around that persons car. This nearly causes an accident and then you are stared down and/or given an obscene gesture. Fabulous


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Wolf Parade - Grey Estates

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The Worst Thing. Ever

Shoot me in the face if I ever wear this crap.

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