Wednesday, January 19, 2005

A bunch of stuff ... you figure it out

Things are going pretty well: work is going ok (I hope I didn't jinx myself), I think I might be getting a raise soon. Things with Aly are fine, we've been on edge a bit lately because we're both sick of living in different places, but we may be solving that problem by the end of Sunday.

On Saturday, we're looking at three places (two in Salem, one in Somerville) and we're looking at an apartment in Brookline on Sunday. Right now, if we had to, we could pull the trigger on a place on the Brookline/Brighton border. I think I may have told you about this on Monday. In any event, it's a pretty cool place. Big living room, big bed room, a refurnished thoroughly modernized kitchen.

Aside from where it is, it could be the perfect place. I told the chick who has the place to keep it for us until Sunday. I honestly doubt that we'll see anything better that we'd both like, so that's why I think we should take this place. We'll see how it goes.

So I originally started this entry about how boring and lame my life is because not much is going on, but that's not the worst thing in the world. I reread what I wrote and realized things aren't too bad. Shit is really starting to fall into place and while it may be fucking cold out right now (a low of 5 today. FUCKING FIVE!) it's goign to be summer pretty soon which means baseball.

I am jonesing for baseball so hard, I actually watched Game Three of the 1986 World Series tonight. NESN is actually doing a pretty cool thing this winter, they've been rerunning 1975, 1986 and the entire 2004 post seasons in order. They are up to the Mets series.

It's really strange to watch a game from Fenway in 75 and 86, looks like a completely different park. No rightfield roof box seats, no Monster seats, no ads anywhere and in 75 there wasn't any padding on the outfield walls. And the players look so scrawny. The one good thing is that they're using the actual feeds from the networks that ran the games, that means tonight Vin Scully and Joe Garrigiola are talking.

Much better than Joe Buck and Tim McCarver. You know what Vin and Joe G. do? They actually let you watch the fucking game sometimes and they don't say two words. And, the best thing, they don't moralize about every fucking thing that happens in the park. Example:

Joe B: Well, Tim, there's a guy who's eating a hot dog with ketchup on it.
McCarver: Ketchup? Are you kidding me? I'm sorry, but that's just wrong, Joe. Plain old wrong.
Joe B: I know. Folks, I'm sorry that you have to watch this. A man eating a frankfurter with ketchup smeared on it. Disgusting.
McCarver: Terrible. Terrible. Bad day for baseball. Worst thing I've ever seen.
Joe B: Unbelievable. By the way Johnny Damon hits a grandslam. But back to the hot dog ...

Shut the fuck up. Joe G. and Vin just talk about the game. They don't try to be funny, well maybe Joe G. does a bit, but they know (and this is the most important thing) that they're not the stars of the broadcast, the ballplayers are. Ok, rant over.

I'm also in the midst of watching, "I Love the 90s, Part Deux". I'm not usually a big fan of the sequel, but I have to admit, this is better than the first one. It seems as if they've taken more time with this one. They didn't try to jam in as many things in this one as they did the last one. Also, the guests are a bit better and they're not trying to be THE funny guy/girl. They're just talking and it's better, sounds more off the cuff, less scripted.

The Sportsguy, Bill Simmons, is in this one too. He's a funny dude, the first SoSHer to be on network TV ... though there is a guy on SoSH (I think it's Muggsy Jock) who is a producer on this show. Good egg, that MJ ... I wonder if he's going to the SoSH bash in the summer.

I'm actually at my parents' house tonight, sort of a good thing mainly because there was a rumor that there was a dirty bomb in Boston somewhere. I think this was not a hoax, but maybe just bad information because nothing has happened so far. Also, the pipes under our sink exploded, so we're not using our kitchen sink for a bit.

Well, that's about it for tonight. Talk to you later.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dude, don't move to Salem. I'd prefer you stay the fuck out of my town. Asshat.

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