Wednesday, July 30, 2008
That's right, the only pitcher in pinstripes to have an MRI tube named after him is back in action. I imagine we'll see Carl hurl a few innings in the dog days of August. Anyone care to make any predictions?
Monday, July 28, 2008
The movie's great. I remember when this happened way back-- I was disappointed that the guy didn't look like a superhero. Turns out he did look like one, and I was just too stupid to get it.
I won't spoil anything, but the couple minutes of footage of Petit doing his lope-on-a-rope (to the tune of Erik Satie) was one of the more intense film experiences I've had in a while (I saw 300 on cable, so let's not count that). It's absolutely unbelievable stuff.
The guy's an artist in every sense. It's easy to understand that Petit risked his neck because he had to, just like I imagine Pete Townshend had to make Psychoderelict (equally as terrifying and dangerous to innocent bystanders). The film-sequence was so emotional for me that I could almost feel a communal energy swell amongst the entire New York City art-house audience. That is, until I realized that the mumbling woman next to me was crawling around on the floor picking up random scraps of garbage.
Go see Man on Wire.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
How much more of this do we have to take? ESPN is slowly killing the idea of Sunday afternoon baseball, one game at a time. I stopped buying Sunday tickets years ago, after learning lessons the hard way. The time printed on your purchased ticket doesn't mean a whole lot (ESPecially if it says "tba"), since ESPN can swoop in at any moment and change your plans so your entire night's spoken for. They've caused thousands of well-meaning baseball fans to face their jobs on Mondays with hideous hangovers. It's just not fair.
I mean, fans in Boston tonight have been sitting there staring at a dry, tarpless field since around 8:15!!! All so ESPN can start their programming on the hour? This game will easily go until 1:30 am... this ain't Beckett and Joba pitching.
To make things even worse, they've changed the Yanks' final regular season game to an ESPN game, which means it too will start at 8:05 pm (or later!). What gives them the right? What do Jon Miller and Joe Morgan have to do with Yankee Stadium. As awful as it would be, I'd rather have Michael Kay calling this one.
Yes, I have tickets to this game. Yes, I will probably be desperately gulping bottled water at work the next day. Yes, I will probably get home after 2 am via $45 cab ride. Yes, I hope they (we) rip the Stadium to shreds. No, ESPN won't televise the events following the game-- they will have already switched to SportsCenter.
Hey! It's 10:30 and the game's still on! In fact, we're only in the top of the 5th!
They hit a new low a couple of innings ago ("they" being ESPN). A graphic came up riffing on the whole "MVP? Check! World Series? Check!" thing for Jon Lester. Except this checklist began with "Beat cancer? Check!" I was waiting for A-Rod's checklist in the next inning... "Will owe $500 million in child support? Check! October choker? Check! Fucked Madonna? Check!"
We only had the sound on for the first 10 minutes of what was supposed to be the game tonight. I was just getting around to making fun of Jon Miller when they switched over to an extreme close-up of Orel Hershiser, who looked like a giant rat with a broken nose. What happened to this guy?
What are all the Boston fans gonna do tonight when the T shuts down?,
Jeez, we got whupped tonight. Ponson might be nearing the end of his stay herewith Washburn's imminent arrival and Rasner's recent decent start. I mean, the guy got more run support than Hillary Clinton!
Yep, I turned away for 3 seconds and they're already showing SportsCenter. They steal the games and do the absolute minimum with them. Bullshit.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Things almost started to feel normai again: Yanks beat Sox in thriller, Sox players and fans complain like little kids, Yanks actually make a good trade... hell, I think I even drank three beers.
The Joba-Youkilis thing is just too funny. I did give Teddy KGB a lot of credit last night (ask my wife!) for showing considerable restraint after being tarred and feathered by Chamberlain. OK, he looked like a 2nd grader who just figured out that life just isn't fair, but K-Y sort of kept it together. I guess after seeing so many brawls in the last 2 days on ESPN, I couldn't believe things stayed civil. That's probably the difference between a 1-0 game and a 10-7 game.
Predictions for this afternoon:
A-Rod homers off Wakefield (guaranteed), Jeter or A-Rod gets plunked by whoever relieves Wakefield (nearly certain), and Kevin Youkilis explodes Scanners-style after being called out at 2nd trying to stretch out a single (it's possible!).
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I'm not gonna blame my intern for this one, 'cause she's been on vacation (unpaid) for the past two weeks or so after her herculean efforts to transcribe the blog entries from MySpace.
Anyway, it was awesome.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Not completely sure why I made one of my summer projects the purchase and consumption of a box of wine (that's a lie-- I did it so I could modify and reuse the box for a project at work this September). My other summer project is to get rid of our cable, which I haven't done yet. I might let it ride through the Sox series this weekend...
Anyhow, I went our local liquor store to buy some wine. I'd been fantasizing about the box for days-- a virtually bottomless supply of wine-cooleresque fruity refreshment for the summer. I marched directly to the back corner of the store, and the boxes of wine were exactly where I thought they should be.
Somehow I came home with Burgundy, which is about as refreshing as chilled blood. It's the reason I don't drink wine. But dammit, I plan to drink it all. Who knows, maybe I'll develop a taste for it.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
So great to be out and drinking beer. Can't say we drank a whole lot, but our cups had beer in'em at all times. Joba looked good, but had what I like to call a "hard luck no-decision" (it would be nice to get at least seven innings out of the kid here and there...).
We decided to bail on the game immediately after the 10th inning. We didn't bail on the Yanks-- just on the fact that we couldn't get any more beer and it was still 2000 degrees in the upper deck. We beat a hasty retreat to the Dugout.
I can't believe I've been to this joint (the Dugout) three times already. Gotta say, it's always been pretty fun. This time we took over the "VIP Room" under the leadership of Jon Pauley (who's probably still there right now). It was a lot like my living room: couches, A/C, and the game on TV. Sweet.
Before long we started behaving exactly like people that don't get to sit in the VIP room. Jon and his friend (let's call him Levon) were having some sort of farting contest, which ended (I guess) with Levon beefing directly on Jon's lap. It's probably all on video somewhere.
Made it home close to six, and got Annabel out of there at a reasonable hour. Lee Jr. was thrashing about and doing the jitterbug for about an hour and a half (especially during his bath a.k.a. "Roaring Rapids"), but he went down without much ado. I'm going to find the Maker's Mark from our vacation last week...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Jerry Springer hosts Miss Universe 2008 live from Ho Chi Minh City. The stage is-- whoa!! They're already announcing the winner!!! No big surprises here... the 70-pound waif with big knockers from Venezuela and the one from D.R. wearing the outfit from Wang Chung's "Dance Hall Days" video are finalists. Yep, Miss Venezuela won.
I didn't even have a chance to give you the highlights. Miss USA fell right on her ass during what looked like the most important part of the show. Miss Russia was terrifying, and every one of the contestants was at least 2M in height.
Here's a direct quote from Miss Italy's Q & A portion:
What is something unique that has happened to you; some interesting thing about you?
"I love all pets and I have always desired to have one of them in my house but unfortunately I'm allergic to their hair."
Venezuela (the winning "delegate") came up with something a bit better for the same question:
"I was once kidnapped, in what in my country is known as an express kidnapping. It was a very hard experience. I learned to remain calm in a very stressful situation and to try to reach to the human part of our abductors."
Mizz Albania had the best response, even if she didn't win:
Friday, July 11, 2008
ROUND 1 (Lee's listening & responding, Hiawatha's spinning)
Song - "Watchmaker"
Artist - Excuse 17
Length - 3:08
Response - Sounds a lot like the Replacements at first, but then some awful singing starts! Whoa! The vocals are WAY too high in the mix!...
Now I'm starting to think it's pretty good, but just not for me. I mean, this chick can definitely sing, but not always the way I like. Almost sounds like a fucked up broadway play put on by performance students up at LaGuardia HS. I'd have to say the band is Bikini Kill.
ROUND 2 (same thing: Lee's listening & responding, Hiawatha's spinning)
Song - "Modern Romance"
Artist - The Rapture
Length - 2:33
Response - All I'm hearing is guitar and drums. OK now it sounds like a Gang of Four kinda slashfest, with Public Image-style vocals and clumsy textural drum stuff. The song just goes right by, unless you're lucky enough to keep up. Either way, I can't remember a damn thing from it. Gimme something to grab onto man! I actually know this one, it's the Rapture.
ROUND 3 (this time Hiawatha's listening & responding, Lee's spinning)
Song - "Got a Hold on Me"
Artist - Christine McVie
Length - 3:52
Response - Fleetwood Mac. Chrystie McVie. second female singer. Cheery 80's pop - but a little better than some. husky voice. cheesy keybaords. drums sound fake or canned. crazy sound in back some kind of cheap sound effect. super 80's percussion. yea, that drum sound sounds like a rototom. is lindsay on this?
I'm starting to love Hank. You know how George always tried to say exactly what the fans deserved to hear, but he just did it in such a weird way that it freaked us out?
Well, Hank gives us the raw uncut every time. Check it:
“This is New York, and the fans deserve a team of marquee players,” he said. “We all understand that. I think where we want to end up is a tremendous mix of young talent and veterans, and the veteran free agents cost money, and we realize that. We are going to have a lot of money coming off the payroll, and that gives us some options. But believe me, we’re going to use a good portion of it to get this city the team it deserves and to try to improve in the areas we need to.”
At least I have Halladay for IP in the pool...
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Took a co-worker of mine (she happens to be a Boston fan) to this one, under the agreement that we’d both wear neutral garb. Somehow that translated into an Australian beer hat for me. Either way, we blended right in. Some punk kid actually asked me if I was a Red Sox fan.
Speaking of which, we got to our seats to find two women and a child in our way. One had a red Yaz shirt (above right), the other had a pink Varitek shirt, and the kid had some kind of weird homemade Sox sign. It was immediately clear that these were decent folk (they just looked that way) and from out of town (they just looked that way). Also immediately clear was the fact that they were sitting in my season seats.
We could have easily moved over two seats and let the trio sit together, except for the fact that I’ve never moved out of these seats for anyone. Ever. I wasn’t about to start for a bunch of straggler Sox fans. So they had to sit on either side of me and my friend, which made for a funny dynamic (one of the gals knew almost nothing about baseball, and relied on her pal for just about everything) across our row. It ended up being fine.
The game was great. Also great (or at least promising) was the “new Yankee bar” part 2. Turns out the joint’s called “The Dugout” or something close to that. It’s sorta cheap and as spacious as the Trop on a Tuesday night.
1) Patrons are encouraged to freestyle rap in the main space; video of the whole affair is simultaneously projected on the wall. Jon Pauley and I almost blessed the mic a couple of times (I was drawing blanks except for a couple of Public Enemy fragments and most of “Jump Around”)…
2) Beer pong activity was evident in the corner of the room.
3) Hilarious blue metallic 16 oz bottles of Bud Lite were being sold for $6 a pop, complete with Yankee logo.
I think the Dugout just might work out for everyone.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Jon Pauley had what I consider to be great seats to this game. Right behind home plate, not too far up, right on the aisle. Yes, upper deck you moron! He has the "Midweek Plan"-- one of the few good deals left up there (along with the $10.50 Fosters drafts on the first floor, 3 Heinekens for $12 up the hill and the giant popcorns). The Thursday night Boston game is your reward for sitting through crappy games like Baltimore and Toronto.
Anyway, I sat down at 6:50 and said, "Oh shit. They're playing Boston tonight." I honestly forgot we were at a Red Sox game. Understandable, considering that the only Boston fans around were women and children. Seriously, it was weird. None of the drunk, goateed inbreeds we normally associate with Sox games at the Stadium. Still not sure why the crowd was different.
That's where the peculiarities ended, 'cause the Yanks got whupped like they usually do when I go to Boston games. Horrific. I think I got excited when Ellsbury whiffed, and that was it. I almost wished there was a drunk, goateed inbreed sitting behind us (although some might nominate the idiotic father-son team one row down), screaming "Fuck yeah, Tek!! Fuckin' A, Youk!!"
Jon took me to the new "Yankee bar" after the game. Does the new Stadium look cheesy? Uh, yes it does. How could it not??!!! I'm referring to it as "Epcot Presents: Yankee Stadium" from now on. It almost looks like a new Bed, Bath & Beyond somewhere in Iowa. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
The new bar was pretty silly. It's kinda like when you're on tour and the itinerary says "Rock Street" or some weird new place you've never heard of, and the guarantee's ridiculously high. You know it can't possibly last like this, so you milk it for all it's worth. The new bar (I have no idea what it's called-- hopefully "Rock Street") was practically empty and absolutely enormous. They played decent music, and had reasonably priced draft beer. OK, shots were $10, but that seems to be true everywhere these days.
The new bar will probably suck next season. There wasn't anything "cool" about it, except that we could sit down and drink beer. I'm trying to be of the "more is good" school about the new Stadium-- more spigots, more urinals, more food, more more more!!! The more shit they throw at us, the better the chance that we'll find something else that's good. Maybe the bowling alley will re-emerge as the good place to go, or maybe Twin sausages will make a comeback... maybe even Stan's will be fun again.
More. It's the Yankee way, right?!