Times Square can't shine as bright as Delilah, but a Cole Hamels fastball can.
"I heard Rickey Henderson got like $50,000 for giving up a number," Kruk said. Williams gave Kruk two cases of beer. Williams wanted No. 28 because his wife had lots of jewelry with 28 on it. That's gotta be classy stuff, Letterman said, those No. 28 earrings. The story continued. Kruk didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, [Mitch] got divorced, and he went to No. 99. The two cases of beer are gone. It's a sad story really."
lol I don't know. I read that today and felt like sharing it for no apparent reason.
I feel strange sharing Kruk stories though. Because he gets annoying to listen to on BBTN. But still.
I got it from a book I borrowed from Jill & Fred on Friday night. They have a book published by the Inquirer, musta came out after the season, it looks pretty old. Called "Worst to First". They let me borrow it and I let them borrow the 2007 DVD. I really need to sit down and read it, I haven't really gotten that chance, although I did skim through it on the way to work yesterday, where I found that ^ gem.
Anyway. Baseball. In four days. Best of all, I have off Thursdays! So I'll be around for P&C DAY! But while we're waiting, I have a couple articles to help us get through that rough period.
lovingthecubs, could your ex-boy Scotty O be turning over a new leaf?
As like, annoying as Scotty could probably be if you hung out with, there's something I like about him. I think it's the part where he has pictures of his mom all over the place and watches game shows and makes himself milkshakes and is like "Grrr I'm a chainsmokin' badass PH34R ME! >:["
And from Mr. Trouble to Mr. Perfect. Or should we call him Mr. Met now?. I mean, it's your same old David-is-perfect article but it is pretty packed with lolz. For example!:
Almost immediately after he hung up with Minaya, his cellphone buzzed again. It was a text message from one of his new teammates. “It’s D-Wright,” the message began.
“It was like right away,” Schneider said in a telephone interview. “I’m barely on the team and he’s already reaching out. Shows what kind of guy he is.”
AKA the reason I have this icon. I think I have a chance with this guy!!
Wright is scheduled to arrive in Port St. Lucie, Fla., on Sunday evening and to resume workouts Monday morning, a full week before position players are required to report. And by coincidence more than design, Wright, one of the few players who spends most of his off-season in New York, served as an unofficial team spokesman this winter, listening to fans’ gripes and assuring them that the outcome bothered him 100 times more.
WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, DAVID!
Randomly, David strikes me as the sort of child who was terribly upset when he was told that Mr. Met is not real, but a man inside a suit. Traumatized.
So I don't know if you guys remember me mentioning I earned myself a little extra $$$ at work for opening up credit apps but, since I opened five, my named got entered in the drawing AND! I won a $10 gift card to Wawa! Now, the gift card is "supposed" to be for gas but since it's a Wawa card I could realy use it on anything I want! I'll probably use it on gas though.
I was only supposed to have 18.75 hours this coming week at work (Booooo. When I applied, I noted that I preferred 26-30 but they can't really do much about it considering how slow we tend to be). But I got 6 (well 5 1/2 cuz I have to take meal break) hours added for Wednesday (my usual day off) since I guess the girl down in Handbags is really sick and they're going to especially need people in that section since it's the day before Vamlumtine's.
I watched Stand By Me last night on TCM. And I loved it. Not only for the movie but the soundtrack. Pretty much the music I grew up on. But no, it reminded me a lot of The Sandlot, except with a dead body instead of a baseball.
Finally, I saw offspeed had that meme up, show a couple sentences of what you're working on. And I'm only working on two things, one of which is possibly dead. Possibly not but my brain's being slowly eaten by the other one. So. Cloby and S/G.
Cloby-"In Closing"
Sepia cable cars plodding happily along their wires to their destinations. A literally swaying-in-the-winds Candlestick Park. Jerry Rice. All plummetting helplessly into the maws of the San Andreas Fault, all Wile E. Coyote-like. That's San Francisco.
That's what Clay Buchholz thinks San Francisco is, anyway. Well, theoretically. Not that he expected the ground to just open up and swallow him upon arrival, or anything. But maybe his teammates (or, mostly Jacoby, actually) in Portland had been right. Maybe he didn't really have a clear vision of a world that exists outside of Texas. Because, while he realizes that it's an insanely far-fetched image, it's the only truthful image he has of San Francisco, with other cities bringing equally-if-not-more ridiculous mental pictures. And Texas? That little corner near the Lousiana border he couldn't even describe in words if asked, because it was so familiar that it never needed a description. It was just there, how things are and were and always would and should be. Home.
Smoltz/Glavine & Avery-"Things That Couldn't Have Been"
The Chop. Nuns, toddlers, his own teammates. And even, once, he swore he saw Ted and Jane doing it. Everyone's doing it.
Everyone.
So when Avery starts shaking John's shoulder and screeching to no one in particular to look! look out the window! at a row of convicts on the side of the highway who are taking a pause from their community service to Chop in salute towards the motorcade of Braves' buses, he just cracks up (while Avery, laughing along, waves at them). Not because it's that funny, really. But because it's still so unreal. Surreal even.
A little while later, right after noon, they arrive at Hartsfield Airport and for a split-second John wonders if they took a wrong turn and somehow ended up at Fulton. Because it's so loud, a sea of navy and garnet-red. hollering and chanting and drums and a marching band, like a hero's welcome when it's the opposite, when they're boarding a charter, bound for Pittsburgh and the NLCS and the sort of glory that they all knew was "when", even though they tried to talk about it as "if".
Obv not completely final...I keep thinking my tenses sound weird in the last one. I'm bad at that. I'll sit down and write in one tense one time and the next time I go to write, my ideas will come out in another tense. Blagh.
And something about the Cloby sounds...off. Maybe just too long. I don't know. xP I'm going out driving now and will probably take that part of my entry down when I get home, when I use my better judgement.
lol I don't know. I read that today and felt like sharing it for no apparent reason.
I feel strange sharing Kruk stories though. Because he gets annoying to listen to on BBTN. But still.
I got it from a book I borrowed from Jill & Fred on Friday night. They have a book published by the Inquirer, musta came out after the season, it looks pretty old. Called "Worst to First". They let me borrow it and I let them borrow the 2007 DVD. I really need to sit down and read it, I haven't really gotten that chance, although I did skim through it on the way to work yesterday, where I found that ^ gem.
Anyway. Baseball. In four days. Best of all, I have off Thursdays! So I'll be around for P&C DAY! But while we're waiting, I have a couple articles to help us get through that rough period.
lovingthecubs, could your ex-boy Scotty O be turning over a new leaf?
As like, annoying as Scotty could probably be if you hung out with, there's something I like about him. I think it's the part where he has pictures of his mom all over the place and watches game shows and makes himself milkshakes and is like "Grrr I'm a chainsmokin' badass PH34R ME! >:["
And from Mr. Trouble to Mr. Perfect. Or should we call him Mr. Met now?. I mean, it's your same old David-is-perfect article but it is pretty packed with lolz. For example!:
Almost immediately after he hung up with Minaya, his cellphone buzzed again. It was a text message from one of his new teammates. “It’s D-Wright,” the message began.
“It was like right away,” Schneider said in a telephone interview. “I’m barely on the team and he’s already reaching out. Shows what kind of guy he is.”
AKA the reason I have this icon. I think I have a chance with this guy!!
Wright is scheduled to arrive in Port St. Lucie, Fla., on Sunday evening and to resume workouts Monday morning, a full week before position players are required to report. And by coincidence more than design, Wright, one of the few players who spends most of his off-season in New York, served as an unofficial team spokesman this winter, listening to fans’ gripes and assuring them that the outcome bothered him 100 times more.
WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, DAVID!
Randomly, David strikes me as the sort of child who was terribly upset when he was told that Mr. Met is not real, but a man inside a suit. Traumatized.
So I don't know if you guys remember me mentioning I earned myself a little extra $$$ at work for opening up credit apps but, since I opened five, my named got entered in the drawing AND! I won a $10 gift card to Wawa! Now, the gift card is "supposed" to be for gas but since it's a Wawa card I could realy use it on anything I want! I'll probably use it on gas though.
I was only supposed to have 18.75 hours this coming week at work (Booooo. When I applied, I noted that I preferred 26-30 but they can't really do much about it considering how slow we tend to be). But I got 6 (well 5 1/2 cuz I have to take meal break) hours added for Wednesday (my usual day off) since I guess the girl down in Handbags is really sick and they're going to especially need people in that section since it's the day before Vamlumtine's.
I watched Stand By Me last night on TCM. And I loved it. Not only for the movie but the soundtrack. Pretty much the music I grew up on. But no, it reminded me a lot of The Sandlot, except with a dead body instead of a baseball.
Finally, I saw offspeed had that meme up, show a couple sentences of what you're working on. And I'm only working on two things, one of which is possibly dead. Possibly not but my brain's being slowly eaten by the other one. So. Cloby and S/G.
Cloby-"In Closing"
Sepia cable cars plodding happily along their wires to their destinations. A literally swaying-in-the-winds Candlestick Park. Jerry Rice. All plummetting helplessly into the maws of the San Andreas Fault, all Wile E. Coyote-like. That's San Francisco.
That's what Clay Buchholz thinks San Francisco is, anyway. Well, theoretically. Not that he expected the ground to just open up and swallow him upon arrival, or anything. But maybe his teammates (or, mostly Jacoby, actually) in Portland had been right. Maybe he didn't really have a clear vision of a world that exists outside of Texas. Because, while he realizes that it's an insanely far-fetched image, it's the only truthful image he has of San Francisco, with other cities bringing equally-if-not-more ridiculous mental pictures. And Texas? That little corner near the Lousiana border he couldn't even describe in words if asked, because it was so familiar that it never needed a description. It was just there, how things are and were and always would and should be. Home.
Smoltz/Glavine & Avery-"Things That Couldn't Have Been"
The Chop. Nuns, toddlers, his own teammates. And even, once, he swore he saw Ted and Jane doing it. Everyone's doing it.
Everyone.
So when Avery starts shaking John's shoulder and screeching to no one in particular to look! look out the window! at a row of convicts on the side of the highway who are taking a pause from their community service to Chop in salute towards the motorcade of Braves' buses, he just cracks up (while Avery, laughing along, waves at them). Not because it's that funny, really. But because it's still so unreal. Surreal even.
A little while later, right after noon, they arrive at Hartsfield Airport and for a split-second John wonders if they took a wrong turn and somehow ended up at Fulton. Because it's so loud, a sea of navy and garnet-red. hollering and chanting and drums and a marching band, like a hero's welcome when it's the opposite, when they're boarding a charter, bound for Pittsburgh and the NLCS and the sort of glory that they all knew was "when", even though they tried to talk about it as "if".
Obv not completely final...I keep thinking my tenses sound weird in the last one. I'm bad at that. I'll sit down and write in one tense one time and the next time I go to write, my ideas will come out in another tense. Blagh.
And something about the Cloby sounds...off. Maybe just too long. I don't know. xP I'm going out driving now and will probably take that part of my entry down when I get home, when I use my better judgement.