This has been a day of ridiculous.
So the forecast for this weekend continues to get worse, and some nearby towns are even evacuating. We probably won't be going anywhere, even though we live on the water. I think watching the weather is only going to freak me out, so I totally gave up on that for the evening. We'll be doing a whole lot of clearing the outside furniture tomorrow, in between taking my mother's car to get the brakes fixed and chilling with my grandpa while my grandma goes for her chemo. So that'll be something.
In more awesome news, the boys won 22-9 today, and it was honestly the most nonsensical game I have ever even seem. Three grand slams, holy fucking god. Boyfriend Derek even flirted with .300, but he struck out his last time up and the average went back down to .299. Still, he is totally on a roll!
This series against the A's has contained some of the most entertaining commentary we've had in a while. It's been mostly just Michael Kay and Ken Singleton, although Jack Curry was up in the booth for a while one day and I think someone else (Al Leiter?) was around one day as well. Either Tuesday or Wednesday I turned the game on only to find Michael and Kenny arguing about the Olsen twins. WTF, right? Michael was insisting that they played a single character but Kenny wasn't so sure. They had someone check that out, and Michael was happy to be proven correct in his Full House knowledge, a true accomplishment, I'm sure. And then that same day, I think, they compared the manager of the A's to Bob Saget, side-by-side picture comparison and everything. And then they were like, "hey, how weird would it be if Bob Saget walked into a bar somewhere and saw his face being broadcast during the game?" and I was like OMFG MICHAEL KAY HOW DO YOU EVEN EXIST. And one day my mother was very distressed by his monochromatic bright purple polka dotted tie, even though her favorite color is purple.
And then TODAY, on top of everything else that happened, there was this:
MK: And now up is the red hot Ricky Martin. Uh, Russell Martin. I keep doing that. Why do I keep doing that?
KS: Because you're living la vida loca?
HOLY FUCKING GOD, WHAT IS LIFE?
EDIT: JGL is so fucking hot, wtf.
In more awesome news, the boys won 22-9 today, and it was honestly the most nonsensical game I have ever even seem. Three grand slams, holy fucking god. Boyfriend Derek even flirted with .300, but he struck out his last time up and the average went back down to .299. Still, he is totally on a roll!
This series against the A's has contained some of the most entertaining commentary we've had in a while. It's been mostly just Michael Kay and Ken Singleton, although Jack Curry was up in the booth for a while one day and I think someone else (Al Leiter?) was around one day as well. Either Tuesday or Wednesday I turned the game on only to find Michael and Kenny arguing about the Olsen twins. WTF, right? Michael was insisting that they played a single character but Kenny wasn't so sure. They had someone check that out, and Michael was happy to be proven correct in his Full House knowledge, a true accomplishment, I'm sure. And then that same day, I think, they compared the manager of the A's to Bob Saget, side-by-side picture comparison and everything. And then they were like, "hey, how weird would it be if Bob Saget walked into a bar somewhere and saw his face being broadcast during the game?" and I was like OMFG MICHAEL KAY HOW DO YOU EVEN EXIST. And one day my mother was very distressed by his monochromatic bright purple polka dotted tie, even though her favorite color is purple.
And then TODAY, on top of everything else that happened, there was this:
MK: And now up is the red hot Ricky Martin. Uh, Russell Martin. I keep doing that. Why do I keep doing that?
KS: Because you're living la vida loca?
HOLY FUCKING GOD, WHAT IS LIFE?
EDIT: JGL is so fucking hot, wtf.
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