Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
But my darling Valerie has been taking super excellent care of me, making sure I took all my medicines on time, changed out the gauze and made all the right foods. Mashed potatoes never tasted so good as last night when I could get something down my throat.
I was way too tired to take notes on Dancing With the Stars, and it may have been the drugs, but did Len really give Kristi an 8 when Carrie Ann and Bruno gave her a ten? And did Jason really awesomely dance to the NFL Monday Night Football theme?
Today's been fine, though my mouth feels smaller without the extra teeth, and my tongue darts around the corners of mouth looking for them. Eating lunch this afternoon I noticed how I would push food to those corners to rely on for chewing. Not a good idea with four holes there right now.
The surgery itself wasn't too bad. They gave me some headphones to listen to (I turned to the Jim Rome show on the sports/talk station) but didn't hear much since the nurse and doctor had to talk to me. I went with the laughing gas only (the IV sedation would have been $300 more), and was aware the entire time of what was happening. I felt pulling, heard cracking and paid attention the conversation in the room. The doctor recommends that "Mad Men" show on AMC. After less than a half-hour they were done and I walked out to Val.
The only problem on the drive home was when Val was depositing a check at the bank drive-thru and I tried to drink some water. My face was numb, so that didn't go well as it involved blind tipping and much dribbling. The gauze on the left side of my face slipped out and caught in my throat, and I couldn't breathe much to swallow, so it took a second of struggling before I stopped freaking my wife the heck out.
What with the pain pills, antibiotics, steroids and Tylenol/Advil, I've been plenty drugged up and pain free, and hopefully, like last time I was really sick, come Friday's weigh-in all that soft foods will mean lost pounds on the scale!
Monday, April 28, 2008
- Quote of the week, courtesy the AP reporting on piracy in the Indian Ocean:
"We are not scared of the U.S. troops or any other troops stationed off our waters. Why should we be scared?" asked Siyad, a Somali pirate who asked that his full name not be used for fear of reprisals.Not exactly Patrick Henry, eh?
- When will the country see that a chill wind has descended over this country, that all dissent is crushed by Chimpy McBushitler and his cronies? When a 9/11 Truther can't even beat on a wheelchair-bound girl with cerebral palsy in an effort to speak truth to power to the First Lady and her daughter at a children's book signing, then a new era of McCartyism has begun. I weep for us all.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Okay, so Dancing With The Stars was Monday and Tuesday and I never posted a review, so I won't make this comprehensive. In summary:
- Shannon and Derek's hissy fit after getting a teensy weensy bit of criticism was pathetic. I know they're dating and Derek feels the need to defend her, but to lash out at other contestants can't win him points. He certainly didn't yell at the camera when Jennie Garth was criticized last year. Shannon's lucky they didn't judge the group dance; it looked like her knees wouldn't bend she was so stiff.
- Marlee had to go. It was her time. She's an inspiration, sure, but she was getting worse, not better. Does she have Henry Winkler, to blame, for crashing her practice session? Of course no. The Fonz only brings good luck. Hopefully Fabian will return next season, though. Good addition to the professionals, and a million times more bearable than Maks.
- Mario dedicated "Let's Get It On" to his six-year-old brother why? That was almost as awkward as the guy on American Idol last year dedicating it to his mother. Just naughty.
- Best line from Tom, regarding the group dance with a country theme: This is the best "chance to see Jason Taylor in a Cowboys uniform."
- Marissa finally did a slow dance, and not bad, either. She's really gaining confidence, and surprisingly she's not getting ever more annoying with all the screaming every week.
- When it comes down to freestyle in the final week, I will make my first vote ever on the show if someone will do the Time Warp.
- Do you even remember when Monica Seles and Penn Jillette were on the show? For that matter, it seems like forever since we've heard from Steve Guttenberg and Adam Corolla, too.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Hopefully I'm due to gain a bit next Monday when I get all four of mine extracted forcefully under the knife and under serious drugs. (That is what they mean by "wisdom teeth," right? That you generally take them out when young and ready to leave behind the immaturity of youth? Not that I've done that, but it's a start, right?)
I always figured I wouldn't have to worry about my wisdom teeth. I've had strong teeth and no problems with cavities or needing braces, chortling at all the suckers out there who spend hours upon hours at the dentist. Turns out, the two bottom wisdom teeth grew in fine, but the top right one is out but decayed, and the top left one is impacted and about to cause problems. Oops.
Of course, my insurance apparently doesn't cover anesthesia, so instead of the good drugs I told the doc to just hit me over the hit with a frying pan, "Tom & Jerry" style, and I'd be fine.
At least it was only slightly (read: hugely) humiliating that I have a hair-trigger gag reflex. The appointment being in the morning and before breakfast, I was lucky that I only dry heaved every three seconds as the assistant tried to take an x-ray of my decayed tooth way in the back. They ended up having to use the device that scans the entire mouth and requires nothing gag-inducing, which is the dental equivalent of bumpers over gutters in bowling alleys.
Let's see, in the past year, I've learned I have high-blood pressure, had to get glasses, got a colonoscopy because of gastrointestinal issues, and now I have to get my wisdom teeth pulled and then two cavities filled. This is why men don't go to doctors. We end up being told our bodies aren't as indestructible as once thought.
What's next? Well, I do have some weird discoloration on the big toenail on my right foot, and my tonsils are still intact ...
Here's a nice thing. Val and I were standing outside in the front yard thinking of things that need to be worked on, when a neighbor lady stopped in the street and called over to us from her car. She told us how great our yard looked and how happy they were to have us there. So that was cool. Makes us more determined to fix up the garden and kill those daggum weeds something fierce.
We may not have green thumbs, but we will have black and blue thumbs from all the work accidents sure to occur this summer! (And by "we" I of course mean "me," because Val has delicate, pretty little hands and needn't worry about doing anything dangerous.)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Currently the Red Sox are up 8-0 in the seventh and poised to finish a four-game sweep of Texas during the annual Patriot's Day game (11 a.m. ET start) to cap off a heckuva run, winning nine times in the last ten games. Boston's taken over first place in the AL East and on the verge of running away. (Hopefully. Need to temper my enthusiasm. There are like, what, 300 games left to play?)
Sunday, Boston came from five runs down to beat the Rangers, 6-5, scoring four times after there were two outs and nobody on in the eighth. Saturday, Manny Ramirez hit a two-run homer (his 496th) after slumping slugging partner David Ortiz tied the game with an RBI single in the eighth inning, lifting the Red Sox to a 5-3 win. The boys from the Fens started it last Monday with a three-run ninth to rally over Cleveland, and the next night Jason "The Captain" Varitek hit a pinch-hit homer to outpace the Indians again.
UPDATE Tuesday 6 p.m. - Val's uncle Glenn emailed me this link to any other Sox fans interested in purchasing a 1992 Acura Legend once owned by Boston owner John Henry. Heated seats!
Sorry it's been quiet around here this weekend. Val had a conference in Nashville for work on Friday, so we parlayed a free room Thursday night into a visit to see my Mom, Aunt Lynn and Granddad Friday night and Saturday for some home cooking and in general enjoy a couple of days away from tinkering around Valfrey Estate. There's only so many times I can look at the boxes in the closets or the extra paint stacked in the garage and think, "You know, I should get around to cleaning that some day."
While Val was conferencing from 9-3, I passed the time at the hotel, Target and playing trivia at Buffalo Wild Wings where I only felt old. I was playing mostly against college kids scattered in the restaurant, and when there was a question about The Cosby Show I was the only one who got it right. I realized, none of these students were even alive when the show was at its peak. Otherwise, I tried not to look to my right, since a lady had wandered in with her kid (skipping school, I guess), took off her shoes and propped her bare feet in the chair directly next to me. Classy.
Back home, today I took a few minutes to mow the lawn and trim the low hanging branches of our nine trees. The trees aren't dead, but there sure are a lot of branches committing suicide. ("Treecide?") I find at least a dozen scattered on the ground after every windy day, from a few inches to several feet long.
What was nice was sitting out front taking a break, and seeing every single neighbor in our cove out in their yard, either mowing, gardening or crafts. These are the moments I realize that I'm a homeowner, how cool it is to live on a quiet street with neighbors who care for their homes. It certainly motivates me to try not to be "that neighbor" who doesn't aim for "Beautiful Yard of the Month" status!
It turns out, the song was published in 1908 and was a popular song long before it became the thing to do while picking your underwear out of your butt and unsticking your shoes from the Coke, relish and ketchup under your seat.
Here I present the complete lyrics:
Katie Casey was baseball mad,
Had the fever and had it bad;
Just to root for the home town crew,
On a Saturday, her young beau
Called to see if she'd like to go,
To see a show but Miss Kate said "No,
I'll tell you what you can do:"
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes you're out,
At the old ball game."
Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew the players by their first names;
Told the umpire he was wrong,
Good and strong.
When the score was just two to two,
Katie Casey knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the gang sing this song:
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes you're out,
At the old ball game.
IDA MAE RUSSELL SILLS began this world as Betty Jean Cherry, the daughter of Howard Cherry and Betty Thompson of Middle Tennessee. In the 1930s it was unthinkable for a child to be born to a single mother. The Thompsons contracted Georgia Tann at the Tennessee Children's Home. Georgia, now famous for selling babies, found a couple who was willing to purchase the child. Everett and Elsie Russell were chosen, who had already adopted one high profile Memphis baby. The Russells renamed their new baby Ida Mae. ...As for explanation, son Lee, the writer of the obit, says, "he consigned his father, Albert, and his grandmother to a 'warmer climate' for their general attitude toward his mother. They were Catholic, and, since Ida Mae had been married once before, her mother-in-law called her 'the whore of Babylon.'"
Albert retired in 1985, Ida said "great I now get twice the husband and only half the income." ...
In Ida's spare time she became an assistant coach to the University of Memphis Tigers, The Memphis Grizzlies, The LA Lakers and The Miami Heat, if not in reality in her mind. As a professional armchair consultant to the NBA, Ida was nick named Hoop Mama Two. Ball handling and dribbling was Ida Mae's biggest weakness. ...
Ida developed a cold that progressed into pneumonia. Now Ida was a smoker. She said "to quit smoking well that's easy. I ought to know. I have done it a thousand times" but the years of smoking left Ida's lungs damaged and beyond repair. On this Good Friday March 21, 2008, Ida Mae Russell Sills slipped away and joined her beloved daughter in Heaven. Fortunately her husband Albert preceded her and joined his mother in a much warmer climate.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Me? Not so much. I'm astounded that Carly not only wasn't kicked off, but wasn't even in the bottom three. Who the heck is voting for this Erin Go Blah? And tonight Carly says that Simon's been too hard on her? Is she kidding? He and the other judges haven't been nearly hard enough on her.
What annoyed me more tonight than Carly? I HATE, HATE, HATE when they split the singers into two groups and make the seventh person pick a group that they assume is safe. So manipulative, so mean. This time, they make Archuleta choose because he's oh-so-safe. Like Bo Bice, Archie sits on the stage and refuses to choose, because he's a nice guy and the show is evil.
After swapping Syesha and David Cook near the end, the two groups end up like this:
Group 1 - Syesha, KLC, Brooke
Group 2 - Castro, Cook, Carly
Obviously the all-girls group was doomed, because seriously, Cook isn't going anywhere until the top three.
As for our celebrity performer, did it seem that Mariah wasn't happy during her performance? Her mic was low and the mix was bad, and she was messing with the ear piece, which tells me me she wasn't liking what she was hearing. It wouldn't have mattered. Mariah took a bigger crap on stage than Bon Jovi last year. Both times, the guests came out with the audience ready to bounce, and sang slow, uninspired songs.
Speaking of uninspired, meanwhile, the Red Sox scored five runs in the fifth for a two-run lead and promptly blew it in the bottom of the inning to lose 15-9. What did they expect putting Julian Tavarez in the game to protect a lead? That's like headline the Idol tour with Carly and David Hernandez.
It's only one game in mid-April, so I'm not concerned. What could be fun soon is that Manny, with a homer in the first inning tonight, is only six dingers from 500 in what is surely a Hall of Fame career. With 1621 career RBIs, he can have five so-so years (90 RBI-per-season), quit and still finish in the top three of all time. Looking way ahead, Dad and I agree that Manny's induction speech will be one of the more interesting, if not entertaining, that Cooperstown has ever seen. The over/under on "Manny being Manny" uses by pundits that week is 250.
THE BIGGEST LOSER: COUPLES - Tuesday was the finale, and for the first season a woman won the $250,000. Considering how much this season the show talked about how great it would be for a woman to win, it was almost a little too convenient for my wife. Val's theory is that the show saw how much Ali lost back home, knew that none of the women still left could win, so they engineered a twist where Ali could get back on the show and have a chance to win.
In some ways I think it's unfair that Ali beat out Roger and Kelly in the end, since she was voted out early in the competition, but I also remember that she and her mom were booted due to another twist, so maybe it is fair.
Either way, bit ups to Ali for her tremendous weight loss, and she and the rest are inspirations to all of us who have a few pounds to lose!
Why? Because it practically takes a hazmat team to take care of them, and if you break one, might as well buy a new house and start over:
Fluorescent light bulbs contain a very small amount of mercury sealed within the glass tubing. EPA recommends the following clean-up and disposal guidelines:
Before Clean-up: Ventilate the Room
1. Have people and pets leave the room, and don't let anyone walk through the breakage area on their way out.
2. Open a window and leave the room for 15 minutes or more.
3. Shut off the central forced-air heating/air conditioning system, if you have one.
Clean-Up Steps for Hard Surfaces
4. Carefully scoop up glass fragments and powder using stiff paper or cardboard and place them in a glass jar with metal lid (such as a canning jar) or in a sealed plastic bag.
5. Use sticky tape, such as duct tape, to pick up any remaining small glass fragments and powder.
6. Wipe the area clean with damp paper towels or disposable wet wipes and place them in the glass jar or plastic bag.
7. Do not use a vacuum or broom to clean up the broken bulb on hard surfaces.
Clean-up Steps for Carpeting or Rug
4. Carefully pick up glass fragments and place them in a glass jar with metal lid (such as a canning jar) or in a sealed plastic bag.
5. Use sticky tape, such as duct tape, to pick up any remaining small glass fragments and powder.
6. If vacuuming is needed after all visible materials are removed, vacuum the area where the bulb was broken.
7. Remove the vacuum bag (or empty and wipe the canister), and put the bag or vacuum debris in a sealed plastic bag.
Disposal of Clean-up Materials
8. Immediately place all cleanup materials outside the building in a trash container or outdoor protected area for the next normal trash.
9. Wash your hands after disposing of the jars or plastic bags containing clean-up materials.
10. Check with your local or state government about disposal requirements in your specific area. Some states prohibit such trash disposal and require that broken and unbroken mercury-containing bulbs be taken to a local recycling center.
Future Cleaning of Carpeting or Rug: Ventilate the Room During and After Vacuuming
11. The next several times you vacuum, shut off the central forced-air heating/air conditioning system and open a window prior to vacuuming.
12. Keep the central heating/air conditioning system shut off and the window open for at least 15 minutes after vacuuming is completed.
Remember, this is if you break ONE bulb.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Last week when trying to figure out why working-class voters in the Midwest weren't voting for him, Barack Obama decided they're just "bitter":
"And it's not surprising then that they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations," Obama said.Hillary was quick to stand up for the little people, deeming Obama's remarks "elitist," "demeaning" and "out of touch":
“The people of faith I know don’t ‘cling to’ religion because they’re bitter. People embrace faith not because they are materially poor, but because they are spiritually rich,” Clinton said at a rally in Indianapolis.Clinton supporters handed out "I'm not bitter" stickers in North Carolina.
Why is this a big deal? Because it's a trend. Left-wingers tend to think that people have to have some sort of mental defect to disagree with liberal dogma, and any professional article on conservatives treats us like studying animals in the wild. Obama and his Obamaniacs are the same ones who drive around with Darwin fish on their bumpers, next to ones promoting tolerance that say "hate is not a family value," and don't understand the contrast.
Talk about bitter. A grassroots team in San Francisco is sponsoring a November ballot initiative to rename the "Oceanside Wastewater Treatment Facility" the "George W. Bush Sewage Plant".
Here's a good reason Obama supporters don't understand middle America, this whole "we support the troops" nonsense is suspect:
Democratic Sen. Jay Rockefeller, an Obamaniac, apologized for suggesting Republican Sen. John McCain doesn't care about people because he was a Navy pilot who dropped bombs on Vietnam ...Rockefeller is a member of the Bill Maher School Of Stupid Anti-Military Statements. I'd say that McCain, once he got on the ground after being shot down, learned for 5 1/2 years why it was best he target the enemy from high above.
"McCain was a fighter pilot, who dropped laser-guided missiles from 35,000 feet. [Jeff note: Not invented yet at that time.] What happened when (the missiles) get to the ground? He doesn't know. You have to care about the lives of people. McCain ever gets into those issues."
Hundreds of employees were evacuated from a nuclear power plant for several hours Tuesday because of a misunderstood comment. A man asked for directions to the Point Beach nuclear power plant ... As the man was leaving, the clerk heard him say he "came to blow up the place." She called police, who tracked down the man's rental car at the power plant. He told FBI agents he was a contractor reporting for his first day at the plant, and said that what he told the clerk was that he "hoped he wouldn't blow up the place" because of his inexperience.And you thought your new co-workers would think you're weird for eating soup with a fork!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
No doubt about it, the Tigers loss last Monday was awful, painful. A punch in the gut. You think it stinks when you pull up to the McDonald's drive-thru and they tell you there aren't any more burgers or fries? Multiply it by a thousand. It was like riding on the Zippin Pippin - before Libertyland closed - and you'd swear the front wheels came off the track, only this time they did.
Maybe, in 20 years, I'll be able to watch the recap of this year's NCAA tournament championship on ESPN Classic (no doubt in 3-D and on a 60-inch screen, which will be the cheapest available because I'm waiting for the 100-inch TV to become affordable) without it making me sad, but I don't believe it. It still stinks to watch the '73 and '85 recaps, and I was too young to truly grasp the latter, and wasn't born for the former.
Saturday when I was at the Toyota dealership waiting for them to charge me 90 bucks to turn Val's "check engine" light off, a commercial for Sports Illustrated's special Kansas issue came on, and I just wanted to shrink into my seat, put my hands over my ears and scream "LA LA LA LA CAN'T HEAR YOU!' When the Sporting News came in the mail this weekend, I ripped off the cover that said "Kansas rocks." If the Weather Channel shows rain in Kansas, I turn the channel. When I watch "Wizard of Oz," I hope Dorothy stays in Oz instead of going home. I'm even wary of covering Arkansas on our newscasts. Too close for comfort.
Besides the Red Sox, if I desperately want any of my favorite teams to win a national championship, the Tigers basketball team is at the top. I’ve seen Boston win twice now in four years. With two minutes left in the game last Monday and Coach Cal’s guys up nine, I really thought the next dream title was going to happen.
Alas, it wasn’t to be, and the city of Memphis enters the doldrums after losing for the second time in the NCAA title tilt. Here’s hoping it doesn’t take another 35 years to get back. Memphis finishes with a 38-2 record, which gives the Tigers the NCAA record for most wins in a season, if that’s any consolation. Not now, of course. Horseshoes and hand grenades and all that.
I couldn’t even get in the mood to watch the “One Shining Moment” montage at the end. Which may not have been too regretful, since CBS went all New Coke on us several years ago and changed the song up, leaving the moment less chill-inducing.
To provide hope for the future, let's take a look back at the past. If you grew up in Memphis, chances are you either went to the University of Memphis (or Memphis State, as it was known until 1994) or someone close to you did. And chances are great that you’re a rooting fan of the basketball team, because it's been the best sporting team in the city. Unless you were a big fan of one of the 50 semi-pro football teams, basketball teams, Memphis Chicks (pre-Redbirds) or indoor soccer teams.
(Wait, scratch the sarcasm off the last one. I did greatly enjoy attending Americans games at the Mid-South Coliseum. When the lights would go down during player introductions and Neil Diamond's "America" started, it never failed to excite. I also got to play an official game after one of the Storm games, and even scored a goal.)
As a kid, Dad had two season tickets to Tigers games at the Coliseum for he and my big brother Scott, and would buy a cheap nosebleed ticket for me to get in and sit on his lap. As Dad said in an email not long ago, “no one around complained about the ‘extra’ person. They thought my two boys were so cute and adorable!” I expect my kids to be on my and Val's lap someday as well, asking, "Mommy, why does Daddy keep eating my barbecue nachos?"
Many of my few childhood memories that stand out are at the Coliseum watching the Tigers, back in the 80s with the likes of Keith Lee, Andre Turner and Baskerville Holmes on the court. The 85 Final four team still seems to be the most beloved group in the city’s collective mind. Unfortunately, I remember laying on the living room carpet in front of the TV watching them lose to Villanova as Dad unleashed a colorful language behind me in his Man Chair, drinking gallons of iced tea from his Green Cup. That was the kind of language usually reserved for when Memphis lost to Purdue in ’84 and ‘88, then coached by serial whiner Gene Keady.
Random memories pop up everywhere, such as watching a Tigers-Florida State game in a laundromat when they were both in the Metro Conference, or someone playing the Memphis-Louisville game on a portable radio during one of my soccer matches at Bartlett Park. I remember one year when we didn't have season tickets, me, Dad and Scott walked around outside trying to get some to a sold-out game. I think the game was against Virginia Tech, it had snowed the week before (there was still the white stuff around the Coliseum), and a nice lady had a couple of extras she gave us. Then again, my memory isn't perfect and Dad could have sold me into marriage in Estonia for the tickets, but I'm sure it was worth it.
Another game we were sitting behind the basket in the upper level against New Orleans. Memphis was down by double-digits with just a few minutes to go and Dad was ready to leave early. Nowadays I'd follow to beat traffic, but for some reason my child mind still figured Memphis had a chance, and being a good father who indulges his kids' dreams, he agreed to stick around, and wouldn't you know it, the Tigers came back and won. I can still see a New Orleans player kicking the basketball 50 feet in the air in disgust as the fans and players celebrated. I've been wary of leaving games early ever since, though not of Tiger football games, of which we also had season tickets and left many games early as they lost by three touchdowns to Southeast Texas Academy of the Blind. (The Tigers were pretty bad back then, is what I'm sayin'.)
My favorite memories aren't even necessarily attending games, but watching them on television. When the Tigers played on the West Coast in the late game of the first round of the NCAA tournament. I would stay up and watch with Dad, who would let me skip school the next day. I'm not sure how often this happened, but at least a few times it seems, though as fond as I was at the time, it seemed like every year. This would be when I learned the joys of couch potatoism, as half my weight is made up of chips, dip, wings and pizza from watching games on the telly.
Everyone in Memphis gets Tiger fever it seems, especially when the tournament rolls around. In 1988 I was in seventh grade, and my science teacher let me listen to our walkman radio during class to provide updates as the Tigers beat Baylor. The city was electric with Penny Fever during Hardaway's years, anticipating something special, but they never made it past the elite eight during his tenure. When he left, the city became an Orlando Magic town to root for him some more. (Which brings us to Nick Anderson and missed free throws, but that's another story.)
All grown up, living in Atlanta from 1998 to 2006 I couldn’t see the Tigers much on cable, so I would venture out to the sports bar for the important games. That is, when the bar actually showed them. Case in point, in 2005 I was at my favorite hangout to watch the Tigers play Louisville in the Conference USA title game. Problem is, that weekend in Atlanta there was a big news event, an inmate who killed two people in the county courthouse and fled to the ‘burbs. He gave himself up the next morning, and the CBS affiliate decided to follow the paddy wagon via helicopter all the way from the outskirts of Atlanta to downtown. All the while, Memphis and Louisville were playing but I couldn’t watch. I even called the station to ask them to put the game in a small box in the corner of the screen. Finally, they cut away from exciting coverage of the roof of the jail with three minutes to go, just in time for me to watch the Tigers lose in the final second when Darius Washington clanged two free throws.
Now, Val and I are back in Memphis and get to follow the hometown team as often as we want, all the ups and downs. Will we have a title to celebrate anytime soon? Time will tell. But that won't stop me from wearing the blue and gray and rooting for the local stars! Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion.
Friday, April 11, 2008
A construction worker and Boston fan working on the concrete crew at the $1.3 billion new Yankee Stadium buried a Red Sox shirt in with the concrete foundation under what will become the visitors' clubhouse, in the hopes of jinxing the New York Yankees' new home, the New York Post reported.Other workers with similar ideas should be careful. Dang Yank fans are more inclined to bury actual people in new stadiums.
Kudos to the Sox for having Bill Buckner throw out the first pitch of their home opener Tuesday. I still maintain that not long after the '86 season that most real fans forgave Buckner quickly, realizing the events that led up to his supposed gaffe and the eventual World Series loss were in no way his entire fault. If anything, Buckner was the one who had to forgive fans and the media for his mistreatment for 18 years, up until the 2004 World Series.
Sometimes "I told you so" is an understatement. Why didn't the Brewers management know what Sox fans surely did, that giving $10 million to Eric "The Gagger" Gagne was a bad idea:
Brewers closer Eric Gagne blew his second save in three chances Tuesday night against the Reds when he gave up a tying homer to Corey Patterson in the ninth inning. Gagne, who signed a one-year, $10 million contract this offseason, also blew a save on opening day against the Cubs last Wednesday.
If you've heard about the National Guard pilot who got in trouble for a cool move during the flyover after the national anthem of Tuesday's opening ceremony, here's the video.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
KRISTI – Talent, precision, the best by far. She receives the first tens of the season, though it turns out the judges are handing out 10s like Hillary hands out “correction memos” of her most famous stories-turned-lies.
PRISCILLA – Am I the only one who finds her banter in the rehearsal videos kind of fake? Okay, so sue me. Her Viennese Waltz is graceful, though you have to wonder why Carrie Ann praises how she couldn’t help but “watch your face, its perfection.” Well, yeah, if only because Priscilla’s face doesn’t move!
ADAM – Dressed as Zorro, Adam comes out to start the Paso Doble on a unicycle. Entertaining, for sure, and due to the distraction I have no clue if they were fine technically.
MARLEE – Can’t help but compare her Viennese Waltz to Priscilla’s, and it was just fine. I didn’t think it was as good but the judges disagreed, even making Carrie Ann teary and causing Len to use words like “fleckle.”
MARIO – In his Paso Doble, Mario had all the raw machismo of the chick in “Just One of the Guys.” You may stuff your pants and cut your hair, but that doesn’t change the fact that you have to tape up your boobs to hide the truth. At least afterwards Mario says the right things, telling Len to keep pushing him to be better.
JASON – He got tens from Carrie Ann and Bruno, why? For his awkward steps? For standing still while “It’s all about me” Edyta circled him out of control?
CHRISTIAN – Yowzers! Cheryl raided Edyta’s closet and took out the smuttiest outfit she could find! He looks like he’s thinking about the steps, but at least it was more macho than Mario’s effort.
SHANNON – I have decided that the Viennese Waltz is the easiest for female contestants on the show to learn. It’s almost impossible not to look graceful and dramatic, as is seen by Len getting hornswaggled into giving them his only 10 of the night, even though it was clearly not as good as Yamaguchi. Or Len’s getting old and he can’t remember back that far.
MARISSA - There has to be some conspiracy that our plus-sized pint-sized spaz hasn't had to do a slow dance yet, right? This week, the Paso Doble, which wasn't bad and she even completed some difficult moves and threw in a few high-ish kicks as well.
Tuesday night the votes came in, and unfortunately we didn't want to see either of the bottom two go, Priscilla or Adam, who ended up going home. The comedy factor will certainly drop, unless Mario learns how to think on his feet to say anything interesting whatsoever or Shannon stops trying to be "one of the guys." Seriously, can't you see her in the back room belching and making fart noises with her armpits?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Erin had a chance, being only person to pick a Kansas-Memphis final, but she had the Tigers and when they blew a nine-point lead she lost as well.
12345 and Syd were the only two who had the correct Final Four, and Cheryl had the most correct picks with 47.
Jeff's March Madness Challenge
1 Cody B. (Kansas) 142
2 Stephen M. (Kansas) 138
3 Val (Kansas) 127
4 Erin M.(Memphis) 120
5 Randy B. (Kansas) 117
6 12345 (North Carolina) 113
7 Cheryl B. (North Carolina) 112
8 Dad (North Carolina) 105
9 Me (UCLA) 103
10 Sydney G. (North Carolina) 98
11 Carol H. (Memphis) 96
12 Natalie M. (Texas) 88
13 Steven R. (North Carolina) 86
14 Michael C. (Memphis) 85
15 Scott R. (UCLA) 74
16 Stephanie L. (Memphis) 72
17 CUT THE NET (UCLA) 70
18 Jenn R. (Belmont) 53
Monday, April 07, 2008
Just for that, everyone needs to go to the site, click on "other" and write in "Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani as your vote.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Really, the film he'll be best remembered for is whichever is your favorite. For me, he'll forever be Ben-Hur. For you, he may be Moses, or cursing dirty apes. What can't be argued is that he leaves a mark on Hollywood seldom matched.
In fact, Heston is second only to John Wayne in terms of on-screen heroes, not to mention their outspoken and unafraid conservative views off it.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
UPDATE 12:44 a.m. - And then there were two left in my March Madness Challenge. If Kansas wins, my nephew Cody takes it all. If Memphis (Go Tigers!) wins, it's all Erin's. Good luck guys! If you just want to go by total picks correct, that would be Cody's mother, Cheryl.
I don't care if you've never held a bowling ball before, it doesn't take bumpers to manage an 80, let alone 100. At least stand at the line and push it forward, for goodness' sakes.
This doesn't forebode well for his skills in dodgeball, either. Which, we all know, is crucial to NATO relations.
A 13-year-old girl touring Fenway Park on a school trip was attacked by a resident red-tailed hawk that drew blood from her scalp Thursday.
She wasn't seriously hurt, but some observers saw an omen for a certain New York Yankees slugger in the attack at the home of the Boston Red Sox. The girl's name is Alexa Rodriguez.
The girl was taken by ambulance to a hospital, but wasn't seriously injured.
Vince Jennetta, a teacher who chaperoned her class trip from Memorial Boulevard Middle School — where the school nickname is "Eagles" — in Bristol, Conn., told the Boston Globe that Alexa is "a little shaken, but OK."
"The girl is fine," said Red Sox spokeswoman Susan Goodenow, according to a report on the Web site of the Boston Globe.
"The hawk nicked her," Goodenow told the Harford Courant. "We've certainly been in touch with her family and with the tour group as well. It's important for us to know she's all right and to express our concern."
The Courant reported that Rodriguez rejoined her schoolmates after her release from the hospital and was going to stay overnight with them in Boston, which is 106 miles from Bristol, Conn.
The hawk was perched on a railing in the upper deck behind home plate while the group toured the stadium. The hawk flew at the girl and swooped with its talons extended, scratching her scalp.
A single egg lay in the hawk's nearby nest in an overhang near the stadium's press booth.
The nest and egg were removed at the direction of state wildlife officials.
The Red Sox do not have their home opener until Tuesday.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Memphis Players Have Long, Complicated Explanation Of How They Are This Year's 'Rumpelstiltzkin' Story
Congrats to Red Sox first baseman Kevin "Youuuuuuk" Youkilis, who set the major league record yesterday for consecutive errorless games, playing his 194th consecutive mistake-free game to break Steve Garvey's record. Boston beat Oakland 5-0 to start the season 3-1 on their way to Toronto for the weekend. The Dang Yanks, meanwhile, lost to the Blue Jays. You will not be surprised that A-Rod hit a homer early in the game, but struck out in the ninth with two runners on and a chance to tie it up.
Meanwhile, I wish the Cardinals would stop messing with my wife. They have a $100 million team budget and yet everyone knows they'll stink in 2008, and knew that they'd stink last year. Who's running this sinking ship? Fans are certainly onto management. St. Louis' regular-season sellout streak ended at 165 games last night for an 8-3 win over Colorado. It was also the first non-sellout at 3-year-old Busch Stadium and the first for the franchise since Sept. 28, 2005, at the old stadium.