Tuesday, October 28, 2003

- george w. bush joke that's not really a joke -

Is "suicider" a real word?

And yeah, I realize I was wrong about the World Series, so fuck off. Hey, at least I was the only person in the entire free world to predict a Yankees-Marlins series. I wonder if Josh Beckett will be *the* next big Texan fireballer in the tradition of Nolan Ryan and Roger Clemens though. Maybe he can share the burden with Kerry Wood?

Friday, October 24, 2003

- rocket's red glare -

My prediction for how the rest of the World Series will unfold. You heard it here first:

• Game 6: (Beckett vs. Pettitte) Pettitte with yet another clutch performance; Beckett with yet another hard-luck loss. Yankees squeak by.
• Game 7: (Pavano vs. Mussina) Mussina pitches well; Pavano gets shelled early. With a sizable lead in the 9th, Joe Torre brings Clemens in for the final out(s).

Thursday, October 23, 2003

- words of wisdom -

If you find yourself using words like "fat-ass motherfucker" when referring to your significant other, it's time to end it.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

- bambino shmambino -

I have only sit through two game 7s in my life. The first was back in '97, the Indians vs. the Marlins, when Jaret Wright pitched brilliantly only to have Jose Mesa blow it in the 9th. The 2nd time was two years ago, when Clemens pitched brilliantly vs. the Diamondbacks, only to have Mo blow it in the 9th. See the pattern here?

Given the history, and being the superstitious bastard that I am, I was really reluctant to watch the game 7 between my beloved Yankees vs. BoSox -- even though this could've been Roger Clemens' final game, ever. Well, here is how things unfolded:

5:45pm: Top of the 2nd inning: as soon as turn the TV on, Trot Nixon hits a two-run homerun. BoSox adds another run thanks to Enrique Wilson's awful throwing error. Millar homers 2 innings later. I can't bear to watch anymore. I turn the TV off and go off to the gym.
7:45pm: Back from the gym, I turn the TV back on. Woohoo! Looks like we scored two runs while I was gone. Down 2-4 in the top of the 8th -- it's still possible, right? No wait -- Ortiz homers to the deep right. Now I'm screaming out the same thing that David Wells is. I put Elling into my DVD player.
8:45pm: The movie isn't good enough to keep my mind off baseball... I turn back to Fox quickly. 5-5?!?! What?!?! Now it's clear that the Yankees are only interested in scoring when I'm *not* watching, whereas the BoSox are interested in scoring only when I *am* watching. I quickly go back to my movie.
9:30pm: The movie is over. I nervously turn back to Fox. 6-5! My theory worked! Yankees win! Yankees win! I'm so happy I'm nearly crying.

Saturday, October 11, 2003

- rumble at fenway -

Rocket beat Pedro! Rocket beat Pedro! I can die happy now.

Thursday, October 9, 2003

- richard parker -

Started reading Life of Pi today. Here is a fascinating (and a little creepy) article about how Richard Parker came to get his name.