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Thursday, October 28, 2004
Idiots Rule.
"Just remember, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour, and I know the sour."
Congratulations, Dad. Congratulations, Chach. Congratulations, Mack. Congratulations, Deed. Congrats to all the fahthas, sons, daughtahs, and muthahs everywhere.
I dab these tears of joy, and bid you all... a good night.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
W.S(erious).
(I felt this was worthy of the main page -- a messageboard post from Jedirish on our beloved Sox... -- Kluv)
Apparently the Red Sox are in the World Series.
*deep breath*
*vision blurs*
There is no way, no conceivable set of circumstances where I could convey here, coherently, all of the emotions that entails for me. For my family.
I was going to write on this board a week ago -- but it didn't feel right. I wanted to do it right. I wanted to do it with class.
I took notes on all the things I wanted to relay to you all about what I hated about the Yankees last series. I took mental pictures of every person who had a cross word for me as walked around Manhattan last Thursday with my Sawx shirt, hat and 1986 ALCS Champion button so I could convey them to you. But now I put that behind me to talk about something that I deem far more important. Something that Red Sox Nation is finally able to focus on. The something that we should have been talking about all along, The 2004 Boston Red Sox.
As I write this I am sitting in my parents palatial estate (read: split level) in Westboro, MA. After my morning drive for a large Dunkin Donuts Hazelnut black and sweet I arrived home to a breakfast my mother was kind enough to prepare. I ate heartily, cleared my dish and then headed upstairs to write this not awaited, barely anticipated rant and I found myself whistling. That itself is not uncommon. The strange part is I didn't know what I was whistling. Upon realizing this I racked my brain, what song is that?! Then I realized it was a soundtrack... but what. I tried to picture it.
*eyes closed, squeezing brain*
-Netswish-
*wha?*
-Chitwood!-
*Ha!*
I'm walking around the world this morning whistling the theme to the kickass Hoosiers montage from the big game against South Bend Central.
I know that sounds overtly gay-for-Bill-Simmons but it is the flat out truth, sweartogod. Thank you Redsox.
Thank you for giving me something to whistle about during the week (as Sundays have been pretty whistle filled lately too).
Thank you also for further defining class for us by voting among each other that Nomar deserves an equal share of the playoff money each of you will receive.
[For those unaware - playoff teams vote about what percentage of a cut any player who played part of the season for their team will receive - a month ago the Sawx said Nomar should get as much as any of them. Class.]
Thank you for hearing me when, on a lark, I turned to my Dad as we sat in the right field grandstand during that 19-8 debacle against the Yankees and said, "Well Dad, all we can hope for now is to be part of the biggest comeback in sports history..." Please note that I'm not claiming to have called the next four games -- there was no part of my mind that believed that it was going to happen. But I said it and it didn't matter that I didn't believe in it, the Red Sox did. Thank you.
"No team this small has ever been to the state championship!"
Thank you for showing the world that heart and professionalism have absolutely nothing to do with the length of your hair. And before anyone sees that as a slam on the team from the Bronx let me say this - Tino knew that, Paulie knew that, Brosius knew that, and Jeter sure as hell knows it. It's the baby eating purse snatching 20 million dollar a year men of this world that don't.
I don't have any idea what is going to happen with the rest of this series. The Sox could win tonight, they could lose the next three and win on Halloween. Last week taught us that they might not win at all. But no matter what happens, baseball owes a debt of gratitude to this team. A team that told us you can be one inning away from being swept into oblivion by the best relief pitcher in the history of the world but as long as you have heart and you play the every out, every pitch like you realize how amazing it is that you get paid and paid well to play a fucking game, then all is not lost.
Every team that is ever losing a series three to nothing can look to this team and say, "Hey maybe it doesn't matter that my hair is long, or I've been in a slump... if those idiots can do it, why not us?"
So I say good luck to the Cardinals. Sadly for you though when you look back at that ragtag bunch of upstarts for inspiration you realize that your el guapo is the real el guapo and you have to go out there and try to beat the only team thats ever succeeded from your position.
Sox in four in '04!
In closing (doesn't it seem like I've been wrapping this up for like four paragraphs?), I'd like to turn all of our attentions to the tagline for the movie whose theme song I've been whistling all morning... "They needed a second chance to finish first." Seems fitting. I guess we'll see.
"I love you guys..."
-- Jedirish.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Command and Conquer
"My heart is with Boston," said Martinez. "I consider Boston my house."
Well done, Petey. Well done... Uno mas.
The line was up Steinway. The wait was over a half hour. But it was worth it. Axl Rose as the classic rock DJ. Sam You Ell Jackson & more cameo's than you can shake a stick at. Eff-bombs galore. But it has arrived. San Andreas is here. 
Monday, October 25, 2004
The New Bennifer
What a wonderful and wild weekend, says the man. After an action-packed week at work, it continued into the weekend, except that work was magically transformed into fun. Friday night was the very first IthacaMafia dinner night put together by the ever-persistent Bobo on the Board. We noshed at Amuse over on 18th, and it was de-freakin'-licious.
And of course, there was the matter of a pair of baseball games that were played this past weekend, pushing the awesomeness to an even higher level. Still two games to go, but damn, this team is something special, to be sure. In fact, the Sports Guy says exactly why. Something really magical to watch. Which, is also making some really spectacular things to wear...
Rumor has it there were some North American Twister Championships going on this past weekend. I can neither confirm nor deny these reports. (Team Texas is a bunch of Cheaters.) I can, however, inform the general public that Diesel does NOT know how to play Uno. And his beard makes him fiesty.
Also in great competition this weekend were myself and the smaller resident(s) of my apartment -- those damned mice. I know many of you heard of my battle against one earlier in the year -- where I caught the bugger in a shoebox and released him out into the lands of Astoria unharmed. But that was then. Now, it's personal. You see -- one of em' took a swipe at Steve. I can't have my roomate attacked in his own home. If I let that slide -- why, as Klove said on Saturday: "Well, next thing you know, you'll end up with Mountain Lions walking in, thinking they can do whatever they like."
And I can't have that. So, let's just say that glue traps were bought. They were set. And after the little bastard jumped out at Steve -- he was caught no 20 minutes later. Victory! ...Or was it? For last night -- his friend appeared in the hallway looking for revenge. He quickly hid from us, but we are a patient lot. We will wait. We will watch the traps. And he will be caught.
For like I said, it's personal.
That, and I will have all the time in the world because tonight -- that's right, this evening -- I'll be picking up my very own copy of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. And the world around me will begin to vanish as I delve into Rockstar's new world. (Except, of course, on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday (if neccessary) at 8:00pm EST to watch the team of Destiny Boston Red Sox finish their already-legendary season.
Who is my Papi, indeed. Sing it!
Thursday, October 21, 2004
They came after our fathers...
Nike pulls at the heartstrings. *sniff sniff* Just do it, indeed.
Theeeeeeeeee Red Sox win... Theeeeeeeeee Red Sox win! I received a flurry of calls in a matter of 10 minutes, and had to talk to my dad -- I'm getting piss drunk now and going to work, but I thank you all for your well wishes. I think I'm going to cry. Euphoria. 4 more to go.
Greatest. Comeback. In. Baseball. History.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
For Good or For Evil, it Ends Tonight.
"In my three decades of following Boston sports, my favorite underrated performance belongs to Kevin McHale, who limped around on a broken foot for two straight months in the 1987 playoffs. The doctors explained the risks to him: If he kept playing, there was a chance his foot would never be the same. He would never get the same lift again. That's what they told him. He didn't care. They were the defending champs. They needed him. So he played. He was never quite the same. Years later, when he was asked about the decision, McHale explained that you only have so many chances to win a championship, so you do what you have to do. It's that simple."
-- Bill Simmons, "Losing Baggage in the Bronx"
So, since we're on a roll with this whole "posting" thing, I thought it good to point out that in two weeks, we vote for a new president of the ol' USofA. And, since many of you are voting for the Senore de Massachusets -- and are located in the Empire State -- it's important for you to know that you don't just have to vote for him under the Democratic ticket. You can still vote for Kerry -- the vote counts the same -- but you can vote with a party that will really work to change things for your life (and the life of other middle and lower-income peoples in New York, i.e. -- us) for the better. The Working Families Party. They're all about making it bettah, and so I asked Punk Rock for a little insight, which she provided to the max:
"Yeah, people should vote the Working Families party line. Here's the list of candidates they're supporting who will keep your social security safe, raise your minimum wage to $7 an hour, and make sure your kids can go to safe and well-funded public schools: http://www.workingfamiliesparty.org/
People can also volunteer for America Coming Together (acthere.com) this weekend, or next weekend, or election day, to make phone calls or take a little trip down to Philly (or another swing state, if they're not NY based) and tell people to vote. If people's legs are broken and they don't want to canvas, they can do the easiest thing ever: write letters. You don't even have to write them, ACT gives you a template.
You just go here: http://actforvictory.org/act.php/acthere/letters/
Register for a volunteer account, and then they give you a bunch of swing state voters to write to. You can write one, or 100, or 1000, and then just click on the name when you've sent your letter. Easiest thing in the world to do if you've got some time at work or sitting around watching tv at home.
And if you haven't, you should head over to MoveOn.org and take a look at Errol Morris' amazing Republican "Switch" ads, based on his Apple ads, which are just incredible but infuriatingly not airing anywhere. He pitched them to the DNC but they were scared of them. "
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Livin' on a Prayer...
Testing out some new photo software for blogger. Might come in handy with the new camera phone, no? Also, think we just might have the ability to comment on posts now on the main page. Just click on the ol' timestamp from when it was posted -- and comment away, peanut gallery.
Oh, and seeings how we're back up and running, if anyone is interested in getting a username + password so they can provide their own updates, let me know. Or... don't, if you rather. Either way, George likes it.
Hey cats and ho cats, it seems like the long, troubled, clouded journey we've had with the site over the last months is finally coming to a clear. I know many of you were troubled by the lack of access to the site -- and the impression that we snuck away in the wee hours of the night from you. Indeed, even I didn't know what was wrong.
But in a fitting sense of Deus Ex Machina, the site's resident TechGodMaestro -- aDaM -- swept in and plucked us from the clutches of the problematic servers that we were residing on... And lo, he placed it on the pretty little ditty computer sitting in his new NYC Metro Area apartment. *bing*
So, all is hopes and giggles from heretoforth, and I trust that with newfound stability of the site, will come some newfound update-age from yours truly. I hope. Buuuuuuuuut, let's just take it one stop at a time, shall we?
Plenty of busyness over the past few weeks to suck up all my time (including, but not limited to: Sims2, Star Wars DVD's, Supreme Power, Music from Tom Waits / Elliott Smith / REM / Franz Ferdinand / Modest Mouse / Mos Def / etc, SOCOM of course, Bills crapfootball, workworkwork, the awe-inspiring ass-kicking-ness of "LOST" and "Rescue Me" and other good TV, blah blah blah fishcakes).
Oh, and there is the little matter of the baseball playoffs. Can't properly express the insanity that it has encompassed over the past week. Watched last night's marathon with Marcs and Matthew. I don't think I could properly explian what it was like, so I'll let the Sports Guy do it.
For now, I go back to work. Soon, things return to normal.
Or will they? Who's your Papi?
Friday, October 08, 2004
King David
Very fitting that Papi would save the day, as we stood and cheered in a bar with my own Papi by my side. Lets Go Red Sawks.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Hendu!
Playoffs start in 42 minutes. Wanted to wish the Olde Towne Team the best of luck. I hope the Rally Monkey gets a rash. You all know what I wish for the Empire... Go get 'em.
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