Such an emotional rollercoaster this week with the Yankees that I have to break it up into multiple posts....
I pulled an all nighter on Saturday night/Sunday, and ploughed through the Yankee Stadium Tribute marathon. I was punchy from being over tired, half drunk, and had a great time.
I wondered if Chris Chambliss ever considered a career as a linebacker, watching the '76 ALCS. I chanted REG-GIE on my couch in the middle of the night. I giggled with delight watching George Brett fly off the handle during The Pine Tar Game. I got to see Mattingly at the start of his career, watching Rags' no-hitter. I couldn't believe how young Jeter and Jorge and Bernie and Mo were watching the Braves game. I smiled and said, "Look at that poor hungover bastard," as Boomer Wells threw a perfect game after pulling an all-nighter of his own. My nipples got hard as Coney made the Expos look like a Little League team, and my heart broke as Bobby Murcer made the call. I had a bittersweet sigh watching the '01 Yankees, for I knew what that victory led to - The Bombers falling apart, quite literally, during my wedding reception. And, for one brief moment, Aaron Boone was the man again.
To twist a phrase from reality tv... I had a Major League boner.
And the closing ceremony was the money shot.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I'm a sucky blogger
He says as he's about to run out the door... Oh well.
Real quick Pinstripe update -
o Mr April has earned his $275m paycheck... not.
o Jobamania and CMW are out for likely the remainder of the season.
o Pudge Rod didn't exactly provide the punch behind the plate that the Yankees had hoped.
o Got Melky was demoted and is now trade bait.
o Girardi's stock answer for any injury is that there's nothing wrong... even as the player is sitting behind him with an arm wrapped in more ice than... uhh... I got nothing here, folks.
Its not a good situation. If they can take the next two, maybe there's a chance, but... I thought that I'd never ever say this, but I'm glad that football season is right around the corner. Because I don't think that I'll be watching baseball in October.
I've also recently learned that I've got mad Guitar Hero 2 skills. Yes, I've been spending my time playing video games instead of blogging. Yes, I suck, lol
Real quick Pinstripe update -
o Mr April has earned his $275m paycheck... not.
o Jobamania and CMW are out for likely the remainder of the season.
o Pudge Rod didn't exactly provide the punch behind the plate that the Yankees had hoped.
o Got Melky was demoted and is now trade bait.
o Girardi's stock answer for any injury is that there's nothing wrong... even as the player is sitting behind him with an arm wrapped in more ice than... uhh... I got nothing here, folks.
Its not a good situation. If they can take the next two, maybe there's a chance, but... I thought that I'd never ever say this, but I'm glad that football season is right around the corner. Because I don't think that I'll be watching baseball in October.
I've also recently learned that I've got mad Guitar Hero 2 skills. Yes, I've been spending my time playing video games instead of blogging. Yes, I suck, lol
Monday, June 23, 2008
shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits - RIP George Carlin
Everybody is talking about the passing of George Carlin, so you know that I had to get my two cents in. He was a brilliant comedian, insightful, yadda yadda yadda, you know the whole deal. But, thanks to him, I got to share a moment with my family, and I'll always be grateful to him for it.
I first heard of, and got into Carlin's work during my senior year of high school. (I thought that it was earlier than that - fuck, I'm getting old!) He had a short-lived show on Fox (was there any other kind at the time?) that grabbed my attention because, well, it was funny. Of course, he played himself, a sarcastic guy trying to scrape his way through life while making witty observations. I was bummed that it was cancelled. I don't remember how, I think that it was through a conversation with my mom, I found out that my dad was disappointed that it was cancelled, as well. (I was going to school in another state as them at the time.)
For the 6 billion of you on this planet who haven't met my dad, he's a great guy, but he's even more guarded than I am (he says as he's blogging, lol). To find out that my dad enjoyed a comedian was a little insight into his past and his personality that I never would have expected to learn. (Why, I'm not sure, I mean, he's human, but when you're younger, do you know that?)
Fast forward to about 10 years ago. Carlin was playing here in Orlando, around the time of my dad's birthday. I've listened to a bunch of his stuff, and read his books, and I'm a pretty big fan by then, and, with that nugget from five or so years earlier, I purchase tickets for my parents, my wife, and myself, as a birthday gift.
(I think that it was a birthday present... Drugs kill brain cells, kids!)
It was probably one of the first few "adult" activities that we'd done with my parents at that point (okay, with the exception of the cruise that we'd taken them on a few months earlier, lol). My brother was out of the house, and they were starting to really enjoy themselves as a couple again, not as parents. We met up with them at our house and drove downtown. Trying to avoid a parking mess, I parked too far away, and we had a little hike, but other than that, a good time was had by all. Carlin killed, he did some classic stuff and some stuff for an upcoming HBO special. The four of us had a great time, and I got to spend some real quality time with my parents.
I think that it was around that time that we all started to see each other, maybe not as equals, but as adults. I wasn't a kid any more, and they weren't in charge any more. Yes, I was still their son, and they were still my parents, but we could enjoy each other's company as close to being peers as we could. We'd had life experiences, we were in stable relationships, we owned homes, we had decent jobs, and we laughed at the same things (or maybe the three of us are just cynical). I recognized the common bonds - besides blood - that tied the three of us together.
And, because of that, I grew closer to my parents.
Thanks, George.
I first heard of, and got into Carlin's work during my senior year of high school. (I thought that it was earlier than that - fuck, I'm getting old!) He had a short-lived show on Fox (was there any other kind at the time?) that grabbed my attention because, well, it was funny. Of course, he played himself, a sarcastic guy trying to scrape his way through life while making witty observations. I was bummed that it was cancelled. I don't remember how, I think that it was through a conversation with my mom, I found out that my dad was disappointed that it was cancelled, as well. (I was going to school in another state as them at the time.)
For the 6 billion of you on this planet who haven't met my dad, he's a great guy, but he's even more guarded than I am (he says as he's blogging, lol). To find out that my dad enjoyed a comedian was a little insight into his past and his personality that I never would have expected to learn. (Why, I'm not sure, I mean, he's human, but when you're younger, do you know that?)
Fast forward to about 10 years ago. Carlin was playing here in Orlando, around the time of my dad's birthday. I've listened to a bunch of his stuff, and read his books, and I'm a pretty big fan by then, and, with that nugget from five or so years earlier, I purchase tickets for my parents, my wife, and myself, as a birthday gift.
(I think that it was a birthday present... Drugs kill brain cells, kids!)
It was probably one of the first few "adult" activities that we'd done with my parents at that point (okay, with the exception of the cruise that we'd taken them on a few months earlier, lol). My brother was out of the house, and they were starting to really enjoy themselves as a couple again, not as parents. We met up with them at our house and drove downtown. Trying to avoid a parking mess, I parked too far away, and we had a little hike, but other than that, a good time was had by all. Carlin killed, he did some classic stuff and some stuff for an upcoming HBO special. The four of us had a great time, and I got to spend some real quality time with my parents.
I think that it was around that time that we all started to see each other, maybe not as equals, but as adults. I wasn't a kid any more, and they weren't in charge any more. Yes, I was still their son, and they were still my parents, but we could enjoy each other's company as close to being peers as we could. We'd had life experiences, we were in stable relationships, we owned homes, we had decent jobs, and we laughed at the same things (or maybe the three of us are just cynical). I recognized the common bonds - besides blood - that tied the three of us together.
And, because of that, I grew closer to my parents.
Thanks, George.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Welcome to the mind-fucking of America
You've got the check out this clip of CBS News Chief Foreign Correspondent Lara Logan on the Daily Show. Don't pay attention to her long legs, or her lady lumps, or her sexy shoulders, or her long flowing blonde hair, or her sultry and sexy accent, but listen to the words coming out of her mouth. Good shit on what we've all known for quite some time - that the newsrooms across America are still looking to sell Head-On (apply directly to the forehead!) instead of bringing their customers the truth.
Big ups to Deus Ex Malcontent for posting this first. He's another truth sayer, exposing the media games that they play. (And, of course, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart for the interview.)
Big ups to Deus Ex Malcontent for posting this first. He's another truth sayer, exposing the media games that they play. (And, of course, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart for the interview.)
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Get off the couch, fatty
In the past 90 minutes, I've lost two TV shows.
I've been taping American Gladiators, and since Season 1, I've been having to fast fowrard through more and more of it. The concept is still sound, however, NBC's execution has been piss poor. That includes the casting - that's exactly what it is - of the contestants, Hootie's lame interviews (Leila's interviews aren't much better, but she has some charisma that Hogan lacks), and that fucking referee who thinks that he's a star (didja ever notice that little hand jive shit that he does?). The last straw was preempting actual competition to hawk The Incredible Hulk, and just showing a clip or two of what did or didn't happen.
Delete.
Then, while watching MI-5, I noticed that it wasn't on the schedule for tonight, even though the recording of last week's episode said that it was due on tonight. Surfing on over to bbcamerica.com, I read a message in the forum dated 12 noon today that its been pulled from the BBCA schedule due to poor ratings. Instead, we're treated to The 476 lb Teenager. Gee, thanks BBCA, I guess that you couldn't squeeze an original show in between ad nausium repeats of Cash in the Attic or How Clean is Your House?
Ah, well. On the positive side, Stargate Atlantis returns on 7/11.
I've been taping American Gladiators, and since Season 1, I've been having to fast fowrard through more and more of it. The concept is still sound, however, NBC's execution has been piss poor. That includes the casting - that's exactly what it is - of the contestants, Hootie's lame interviews (Leila's interviews aren't much better, but she has some charisma that Hogan lacks), and that fucking referee who thinks that he's a star (didja ever notice that little hand jive shit that he does?). The last straw was preempting actual competition to hawk The Incredible Hulk, and just showing a clip or two of what did or didn't happen.
Delete.
Then, while watching MI-5, I noticed that it wasn't on the schedule for tonight, even though the recording of last week's episode said that it was due on tonight. Surfing on over to bbcamerica.com, I read a message in the forum dated 12 noon today that its been pulled from the BBCA schedule due to poor ratings. Instead, we're treated to The 476 lb Teenager. Gee, thanks BBCA, I guess that you couldn't squeeze an original show in between ad nausium repeats of Cash in the Attic or How Clean is Your House?
Ah, well. On the positive side, Stargate Atlantis returns on 7/11.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
My kingdom for Keisuke Ogasawara and Ernie Thayer
Why do most national baseball broadcasters sound like this sound bite of John Mayer?
I love the passion of the broadcasters of the G4 show, Ninja Warrior
Ernest Thayer, of course, penned the classic baseball poem, "Casey at the Bat."
What I love about these two is that they convey the spirit of their sport. They don't do a Joe Buck and throw a bunch of stats and figures at you. Yes, those are important, but I want a broadcaster to paint me a picture of what's going on. Yes, I can see it with my own two eyes, but make me feel it. Vin Scully is a master of that. He was a radio man for years and years, and I think that is part of what helps to make him a great play by play man. He didn't have the TV to "hide" behind, his job was to paint the picture of the scene. Of course, I'm a Yankee fan, so I'm biased towards John Sterling as well. The great Mel Allen was an artist with his words. I could go on, but you get the picture. I don't was pasteurized, homogenized, vitamin D colour commentators, I want it right from the teat.
Mel Allen
The Cheesiest John Sterling clip that I could find
Scully calling Sandy Koufax's no-no
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9752592
Scully's bio at the Radio HOF
http://www.radiohof.org/sportscasters/vinscully.html
I love the passion of the broadcasters of the G4 show, Ninja Warrior
Ernest Thayer, of course, penned the classic baseball poem, "Casey at the Bat."
What I love about these two is that they convey the spirit of their sport. They don't do a Joe Buck and throw a bunch of stats and figures at you. Yes, those are important, but I want a broadcaster to paint me a picture of what's going on. Yes, I can see it with my own two eyes, but make me feel it. Vin Scully is a master of that. He was a radio man for years and years, and I think that is part of what helps to make him a great play by play man. He didn't have the TV to "hide" behind, his job was to paint the picture of the scene. Of course, I'm a Yankee fan, so I'm biased towards John Sterling as well. The great Mel Allen was an artist with his words. I could go on, but you get the picture. I don't was pasteurized, homogenized, vitamin D colour commentators, I want it right from the teat.
Mel Allen
The Cheesiest John Sterling clip that I could find
Scully calling Sandy Koufax's no-no
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9752592
Scully's bio at the Radio HOF
http://www.radiohof.org/sportscasters/vinscully.html
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