Geek Week, Baseball, and all rants in between
Just after midnight on a typical Thursday morning. Who am I kidding? Just under 21 hours until I join the legions of geeks, convention goers, and the occasional sane sci-fi fan for the joy that is Star Wars Episode III. While I'm sure a number of my friend in various locales are presently in the theater enjoying the height of obsessive fandom that is the 12:01 AM release day show, I am content to sit back and at least wait to an evening show where the ridiculous quantity of caffeine will guarantee my coherence for the film.
More adventures in baseball were in store for me last night, and once again I am left to ponder just why the baseball gods have chosen to hate me. I've now seen four of Andy Pettitte's starts since his defection from the Eastern empire 18 months ago. Each time I've seen him his performances remind me more of Tim Redding than the Andy Pettitte we all saw pitch in the Bronx. As it turned out today would be no different. As I spent the first 5 innings high above the "Juice Box" clutching every piece of loose change in my pocket to avoid to potential assault conviction for dropping anything from that height, I saw Arizona slap the Astros silly en route to a 7-1 lead. At this point, my baseball fandom starts to fade and my need for overpriced dinner takes over. While in the concession line the Astros made it 7-4 thanks in large part to Todd Self's first MLB hit, a two-run pinch homer. The superstitious idiot that I am I stayed down in the concourses for the next inning and a half. With the game now 7-5, I determined that I had apparently been the cause of the bad luck and left to get as far away from my ticketed seating location as possible. Midway back to the train, Biggio homers to make it 7-6. Two walks and an error load the bases while I'm on the platform. Unfortunately, Adam Everett, my fantasy team shortstop, stepped to the plate with a chance to win. This apparently resurrected the bad baseball karma that I must have as Troy Glaus made a leaping catch to deny the Astros the win and my fantasy team needed points.
Certain individuals who read this often cautioned me that if I joined a fantasy baseball league I would never look at the game the same. As much as it pains me to say it, they were right.
No use looking back, just keep looking forward.
Star Wars tonight, SFM and Endochine tomorrow
Yes Mike, when you make it back there will be Endochine related merchandise to transfer. Assuming I survive New Orleans.
For those of you with good internet connection, Audioslave's new album "Out of Exile" is streaming on Myspace . Two other happy musical notes have come to my attention. The as yet untitled Blue October album is confirmed for late July with new OLP now confirmed for August. If there were ever a reason to accelerate time...
Song Lyric of the Day
"Tonight, tonight, he's gonna get it right
Even losers can get lucky sometimes
All the freaks go on a winning streak
In a perfect world, all the geeks get the girls"
-- American Hi-Fi
More adventures in baseball were in store for me last night, and once again I am left to ponder just why the baseball gods have chosen to hate me. I've now seen four of Andy Pettitte's starts since his defection from the Eastern empire 18 months ago. Each time I've seen him his performances remind me more of Tim Redding than the Andy Pettitte we all saw pitch in the Bronx. As it turned out today would be no different. As I spent the first 5 innings high above the "Juice Box" clutching every piece of loose change in my pocket to avoid to potential assault conviction for dropping anything from that height, I saw Arizona slap the Astros silly en route to a 7-1 lead. At this point, my baseball fandom starts to fade and my need for overpriced dinner takes over. While in the concession line the Astros made it 7-4 thanks in large part to Todd Self's first MLB hit, a two-run pinch homer. The superstitious idiot that I am I stayed down in the concourses for the next inning and a half. With the game now 7-5, I determined that I had apparently been the cause of the bad luck and left to get as far away from my ticketed seating location as possible. Midway back to the train, Biggio homers to make it 7-6. Two walks and an error load the bases while I'm on the platform. Unfortunately, Adam Everett, my fantasy team shortstop, stepped to the plate with a chance to win. This apparently resurrected the bad baseball karma that I must have as Troy Glaus made a leaping catch to deny the Astros the win and my fantasy team needed points.
Certain individuals who read this often cautioned me that if I joined a fantasy baseball league I would never look at the game the same. As much as it pains me to say it, they were right.
No use looking back, just keep looking forward.
Star Wars tonight, SFM and Endochine tomorrow
Yes Mike, when you make it back there will be Endochine related merchandise to transfer. Assuming I survive New Orleans.
For those of you with good internet connection, Audioslave's new album "Out of Exile" is streaming on Myspace . Two other happy musical notes have come to my attention. The as yet untitled Blue October album is confirmed for late July with new OLP now confirmed for August. If there were ever a reason to accelerate time...
Song Lyric of the Day
"Tonight, tonight, he's gonna get it right
Even losers can get lucky sometimes
All the freaks go on a winning streak
In a perfect world, all the geeks get the girls"
-- American Hi-Fi
posted by Aaron at 10:04 PM
1 Comments:
Yes, I did view it at 12:01 and again the same day at 4. Yes, it was totally worth it. I will be writing a full review on my blog soon.
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