OMD OMD!

One more day ... then i'm getting f'd up ... for a week solid ... and staring at beach boobies ...

The Magic Man Part Deux... well sort of

My first softball game of the year was Tuesday and rusty wouldn't much describe it. Almost had a pdub but it rolled foul. So I grounded softly to 2nd base and flied out to right field. 0-2 and I looked bad doing it. I EH'd for a few innings then put myself into right field( hindsight I should have went in as catcher cause the guy I put back there was terrible). 5th inning - 2 outs - 2 on, shallow hit about 20 feet over 2nd baseman's head. And I'm off. I slow down a touch cause I think its gonna fall, then realize I can get there. So I speed up, probably tripped over myself a few times. Finally get there, realize I'm not quite there so...

I dive. Uh , jump. Uh, fall. Whatever I did I was in the act of somewhat diving/falling and snag the ball, bag handed. Do the little roll over and pop up, ball still in the glove. Just call me the Magic Man Part Deux. As the Magic Man would say... " You pay me to catch the ball, you get the style for free".

F the cyclist

Yes, you are saving the damn world riding your bike everywhere. Yes, a rare few of the female persusasion actually look pretty hot with your ass all nice and tight in those spandex shorts. Yes, most of you deserve to live I guess and not be run over by a Hummer or other lightweight Army tank.

No, however, are you entitled to disobey the freaking rules of the damn road. If you want to ride your 2 wheeling, 5 mph riding piece of metal on the same road as said cars, I feel it is your moral obligation not to be a prick about it and follow the rules. Case and point, I'm pulled out into the intersection of Walnut and the entrance to the mall/Barnes and Noble trying to make a left into the mall. The car across from me is trying to make the left into Barnes and Noble. Both of us are just sitting there waiting for theres quite a bit of traffic so were both basically probably waiting on the light to turn yellow and the cars to stop to allow us to go before the light turns Red. Out of nowhere a cyclist pulls through the middle of the intersection, in front of ME, thus rendering me stuck unless I decide to plow her over(jailtime doesn't suit well with me so I decide to patiently wait). But she's not just right in front of me. No, not this dumb bitch. I'm sorry that probably wasn't politicially correct. How about stupid whore... yeah lets go with stupid whore. She pulls out a good 2 car lengths in front of me. So not only does she have me stuck waiting, the dude across from me is too. Light turns yellow, opening happens, and instead of me going and the other guy going, we have to sit and wait on her to get her ass out of the intersection.

So someone please tell me where in the rules of the road rule book does it state "When riding a bicycle on the road and 5 cars are in line to make a left, you - the dumb bitch/stupid whore - are allowed to pass all 5 cars and pull out into the middle of the intersection - praying the whole time some crazy fucker is paying attention and doesnt kill you accidentally - and make a left in front of all 5 of the cars who are actually following the correct rules for driving". If you have this rules for riding your bike on the road handbook, I would like to see it.

Go save the damn world somewhere else, I'm tired of of having to pay attention enough while driving not to run you guys over.

I'm too sexy for my...

I'm old

The old me would have stayed up till 2:00 AM if need be. The new me, 12:15 AM and having to wait 20 minutes before the 3rd OT started in the Pens/Wings series in Game 5, I just bailed. Sucks too cause I missed the Pens with the win. Such as life when you are old. 31 is just too damn old.

I couldn't f'n imagine being 32. I think I'd just shoot myself if I was that old.

Weekend of Wonder

I thought 3 big wins for the Pack and moving on to the Super Regional next weekend would be the highlight of my weekend. And while last nights win was fun to watch, Saturday afternoon certainly was the highlight.

Everyone has a hit. All 12 boys. They aren't all pretty. Some have been long, some have been short. But all 12 boys have a hit. Ella, the lone girl(not just on the team, but in the league) had one hit. And we wouldn't even call it a hit. It skimmed off the bat, and went about 6 inches. Everyone knew she didnt have a "real" hit. She knew it, the crowd knew it, the teammates knew it, the coach's knew it. We tried changing bats, we got a good solid foul ball. Still, no hit. So Mark gave her a little one on one before this game.

First at bat, same bat time same bat channel. The slow walk to the dugout. 2nd at bat, crack. Well we dont use wood bats, more like ping. Well they are 7 year olds. More like thud. Down the third base line. I'm fairly certain I've never seen a kid more happy about anything in my entire life. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted. 3rd at bat, crack/ping/thud again. Same place. All told she wound up 2-4. What a glorious 2-4.

Oh and Blake, 3-3. Yawn! Can he get a ball in the outfield?