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I was going to make some witty remark about how today has been declared "Purple Tuesday", but frankly I couldn't care less.
No.
Wait.
I could.
But the reason I care at all is because I had no idea there existed such a strong contingent of Rockies fans. This fascinates me. And amuses me, especially when people attempt to discuss the game with me and I (almost sincerely) ask them, "What's the World Series?"
[As an aside: what is up with calling it the World Series? Even though I don't follow the game at all -- I only attend Rockies games when someone gives me a free ticket and when I need a leisurely few hours to catch up on my friend's life -- I know enough to be aware that other countries are crazy about the game, especially in Japan. It's just as annoying as calling the Superbowl champs the World champions. Oi. America doesn't have a monopoly on sports.]
I then thought about going into a pithy commentary on my recent viewing of the film version RENT (and the only way I've seen this show), but my critical observations (coupled with a respect for the cinematography) would just be narcisstic faux-philosophical blather. Much like the show.
Oh. Wait. Maybe I made my pithy statement after all.
[Really, I just wanted to use the word "pithy." I'm currently on a consderate-to-lispers word obsession.]
I then thought I could wrangle out a quirky-yet-amusing tale of my thrift store adventures, coupled with the self-reassuring declaration that all my current sacrifices wouldn't be in vain, but I figured that since I've already accepted this, it would be insecure to continue to reassure myself. And I'm not insecure.
Really.
I'm just bored.
Which is why I blog.
I used to remember the day [ahh... the good ol' days... three years ago...] when I would carefully craft a post, hoping that it would be properly entertaining or delightfully thought-provoking (or both!). I would revel in any (and do I mean any) circumstance during my day that would lend itself to 1000 words (or more!). I would merrily breeze through other people's blogs, scattering comments and obsessively checking my inbox.
Ah, the innocence of youth.
Or should I say the free time of a college student?
Maybe it's just my standard expiration date (three years, give or take a few months), but I find that I wouldn't mind not blogging. In the past month, when I've had free access, hours to kill, and not much else to do, it's been a distraction of sorts. But I've had to remind myself how to blog.
And I don't think I quite fully remember.
Yes, it's all silly blatherings about me, like it ever was (and like so many blogs are). But I don't really take as much joy in my silly blatherings. I'm tired of constantly looking at me, of analyzing me, of trying to show me off, of clamoring for the head-pats that show people really like me, they really do like me!
Crazy. It makes me laugh. Which is good. Because it shows that apparently there's been a change in the last three years. Well, yeah -- I left the cozy safety of family and academia to be thrown into the wilds of the (gasp!) Real World. I've had to make my own decisions, plan my own schedule, and except for the odd supervisor here and there, basically only answer to me.
And accept the consequences of my answers.
I doubt I'll ever quit blogging, primarly due to the fact that I have a lot of time to kill during the day, I'm stuck at a computer, and, oh yeah, I like to write.
I just can't take it as seriously as I once did.
Which, methinks, could be a good thing.
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American League
Red Sox lead the Angels 2-0 in the series.
Indians lead the Yankees 2-0 in the series.
National League
Diamondbacks lead the Cubs 2-0 in the series.
Rockies lead the Phillies 2-0 in the series.
The National League resumes play today.
A meaningless post about absolutely nothing.
The Good
First, a heartwarming story for all you softies. You may not have heard of Mike Coolbaugh. He was a first base coach for a minor league team. He was killed earlier this year when he was hit with a line drive. His wife was pregnant with the couple's third child at the time.
The players from the Colorado Rockies voted to give his widow a full share of the team's playoff earnings. Just goes to show that not all professional athletes are selfish douchebags.
The Bad
Travis Henry of the Denver Broncos is facing a year suspension from the NFL. He was busted for marijuana...again. That's bad news for Henry and the Broncos because he was leading the league in rushing. It seems he has a history of bad decisions. I have recently learned that he has 9 illegitimate children with 9 different women.
I guess I'd be smoking dope too if I had to pay those bills.
The Ugly
The New York Yankees got blasted 12-3 yesterday by the Cleveland Indians. The news was not all good for Indians fans however. Cleveland Cavs star LeBron James was in the crowd being interviewed. He was wearing a Yankee hat. Cleveland fans were livid. It turns out that he is a huge frontrunner. He told a reporter that he was also a Dallas Cowboys fan.
How does an Ohio kid grow up to be a Yankee and Cowboy fan?
Rockies versus Phillies Stupid TBS. Off course, this was the game I was most interested in and it was broadcast while I was at work. Grrrr. Anyway, though I really like the makeup of the Rockies' offense, I thought the Phillies had the advantage and more experience. Thus far, the Rockies are playing like a team possessed. Todd Helton appears to be making the most of this October. I am blown away by the fact that Rollins, Victorino, Utley and Howard whiffed as much as they did. More than that, Chase Utley going down swinging four times on 13 pitches...are you serious? A bit of a surprise, but I am anticipating and much more intense Game 2 later today.
Angels versus Red Sox On paper, this should have been a classic pitching dual. Two of the absolute best in baseball squaring off at Fenway. Instead, John Lackey looked lost from the first pitch while Josh Beckett looked absolutely fearless. Breaking it down more specifically, Lackey seemed to have trouble painting the corners, his off speed stuff was dead flat and he just looked overmatched. Beckett, on the other hand, threw 18 consecutive first-pitch strikes, topped the radar gun at 98 MPH, had pinpoint command, his off speed stuff was ridiculous and he was throwing a cutter with a vengeance. A few times, his cut fastball was biting so hard on the inside to right handed hitters, it was practically crawling underneath their armpits. Just brutal. The Angels scattered 4 hits off of Beckett, each one more meaningless than the one before it. Any team in the NL that advances to the World Series better hope against hope itself that they don't draw against Boston because if Josh Beckett if 1/16 as good as he was last night, I'm picking the Red Sox to win in 4.
Cubs versus Diamondbacks Another hyped pitcher's dual that had all the makings of a classic. Carlos Zambrano had to prove he could pitch on the big stage after a poor 2003 post-season while Brandon Webb was smelling October baseball for the first time ever. At the outset, Brandon Webb looked cool and collected and his sinker was proof that he was going to be tough. Watch his fastball barely reach 90 MPH made me wonder how this kid won a Cy Young Award...until I saw his sinker. That thing is deadly and he made the Cubs' best hitters look silly with it more than a few times. Add in that looping breaking ball and now I see why Webb is amongst the best in the National League. Zambrano started out shaky and looked obviously nervous, sweating profusely and constantly adjusting his pelvic region. However, after a shaky 1st inning or two, he settled in and did his thing. His slider had excellent movement, he moved the ball all over the zone and blew hitters away, one after the other. The Achilles Heal in this game for the Cubs was two-fold. First, the Diamondbacks are so young and such a raw collective talent, they seem to play completely unaware of the magnitude of the situation. They look like they have no idea what they've gotten themselves into. The second and most obvious was yanking Zambrano after the 6th inning. Once he settled in, he was dealing and getting better with each passing inning. Piniella went to the unexperienced guy too song and it bit him hard. Tonight's Game 2 should be interesting.
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