kzsox (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kzsox) wrote,@ 2005-06-28 20:02:00 |
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Tuesday Night Baseball
Tonight's ump, Larry Young, looks like the gimp in Pulp Fiction with his mask on. Payton got the start, as did the man Paul DePodesta coined The Greek God of Walks, Kevin Youkils.
Another reason to find the Foxwoods commericals objectionable: John Pizzarelli, the infamous snappy fingered singer, is a life long Yankee fan. Here he is, all decked out in J-Crew:
You love me. Just admit it. I mean, look at me. Personally, I think he's a less scary version of Lyle Lovett. Unlike Lovett, though, I couldn't imagine hanging out with this guy. As much as I like Bossonova.
These new Bank of America commercials, with all the plugging of great new services, remind me of the old SNL faux-merical for The First Citiwide Change Bank.
If you come to us with a hundred-dollar bill, we're not going to give you two-thousand nickels...unless that meets your particular change needs. We will give you...the change...equal to...the amount of money...that you want change for!
Aaron Boone just makes me sick. Still. And the homer in tonight's game made my already weak tummy flip-flop a few times. He's still wearing pinstripes in my mind and I bet, like Tino Martinez, he is destined to make his way back to New York at some later point in his career. He's biding his time. You can just tell.
The wives are in the booth talking about a their upcoming Greater Boston Food Bank Drive. I've always wanted to get involved in a revamping of the Red Sox Cookbook. Have you seen this thing? Right now, it's slapped together with the bare minimum in terms of content, and the graphics look like they were done by a 12 year old. I don't think they realize the potential of this book. It could be a real door to the great women behind baseball, like Janet Marie Smith. On the surface, it's a recipe book, but imagine all the facts and figures that could be dropped in to remind us all about the great female contributors to the organization. Also, I think the wives should do something for Rosie's Place. When will they realize that they need me over there on Yawkey Way?
I am finally treating Mom to her Mother's Day game on Sunday. The Blue Jays would not have been my first choice, but it was her call. Husband is getting out of dodge in favor Toronto AKA Andrew Land to visit a college friend. She's a cool lady, but on 4th of July weekend? How unpatriotic. He claims that it's his way of protesting the Bush administration. Put in these terms, I approve. (I just realized the irony here - he's going to Toronto, and the Jays are coming here.)
Reader, I have a bad feeling about tonight. It's going to be one of those 2 runners on base, no outs, but watch us pop up 3 times to retire the inning type games. I hope I am wrong. It's still a close game, so anything is possible. Especially with no Vazquez.
I am summoning my faith. (And with that, Bellhorn gets a double with no outs ... )
Tonight's ump, Larry Young, looks like the gimp in Pulp Fiction with his mask on. Payton got the start, as did the man Paul DePodesta coined The Greek God of Walks, Kevin Youkils.
Another reason to find the Foxwoods commericals objectionable: John Pizzarelli, the infamous snappy fingered singer, is a life long Yankee fan. Here he is, all decked out in J-Crew:
You love me. Just admit it. I mean, look at me. Personally, I think he's a less scary version of Lyle Lovett. Unlike Lovett, though, I couldn't imagine hanging out with this guy. As much as I like Bossonova.
These new Bank of America commercials, with all the plugging of great new services, remind me of the old SNL faux-merical for The First Citiwide Change Bank.
If you come to us with a hundred-dollar bill, we're not going to give you two-thousand nickels...unless that meets your particular change needs. We will give you...the change...equal to...the amount of money...that you want change for!
Aaron Boone just makes me sick. Still. And the homer in tonight's game made my already weak tummy flip-flop a few times. He's still wearing pinstripes in my mind and I bet, like Tino Martinez, he is destined to make his way back to New York at some later point in his career. He's biding his time. You can just tell.
The wives are in the booth talking about a their upcoming Greater Boston Food Bank Drive. I've always wanted to get involved in a revamping of the Red Sox Cookbook. Have you seen this thing? Right now, it's slapped together with the bare minimum in terms of content, and the graphics look like they were done by a 12 year old. I don't think they realize the potential of this book. It could be a real door to the great women behind baseball, like Janet Marie Smith. On the surface, it's a recipe book, but imagine all the facts and figures that could be dropped in to remind us all about the great female contributors to the organization. Also, I think the wives should do something for Rosie's Place. When will they realize that they need me over there on Yawkey Way?
I am finally treating Mom to her Mother's Day game on Sunday. The Blue Jays would not have been my first choice, but it was her call. Husband is getting out of dodge in favor Toronto AKA Andrew Land to visit a college friend. She's a cool lady, but on 4th of July weekend? How unpatriotic. He claims that it's his way of protesting the Bush administration. Put in these terms, I approve. (I just realized the irony here - he's going to Toronto, and the Jays are coming here.)
Reader, I have a bad feeling about tonight. It's going to be one of those 2 runners on base, no outs, but watch us pop up 3 times to retire the inning type games. I hope I am wrong. It's still a close game, so anything is possible. Especially with no Vazquez.
I am summoning my faith. (And with that, Bellhorn gets a double with no outs ... )
