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Whoops. I promised petty, vindictive, suck-it-Princess fic, didn't I? But then I got drunk distracted and forgot to post it. I'm not feeling especially vindictive anymore, but I wasted the receipt tape and all, so here it is. Like the Tigers ficlet, is it sans header 'cos it's too short to bother.

NOTE THE FIRST: Takes place in the same universe as "Clown" and "Looking." Obviously the night of the Most Annoying Game Ever.
NOTE THE SECOND: Disclaimer. Fiction. I'll take a crazy leap and assume that maybe, just maybe, A-Rod was in a pretty good mood after the game, but everything else in here I made up. I am making no implications about anyone mentioned in this fic. Please not to be suing for libel, kthx.

( After the game, Alex is flying high. )

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One of our local radio stations, WBLM, somehow got hold of the best voicemail message ever. (I had to type that link out manually, and had problems with the whole "Capital I or lower case L?" thing, so let me know if it doesn't work.)

It's this guy calling work to let his boss know that he's going to be late, and a few seconds into the message, he witnesses a car accident. Hilarity ensues. No, really. Download it, it's worth it. I heard it on the radio this morning, and the DJs swore up and down that it's real, which makes it even better.

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Off day for the Red Sox. Tomorrow we face Texas. With our new and improved pitching rotation. *snort* Well, Wake starts tomorrow, so that's fine. He's done well thus far. Anyone wanna join me in giving up and just being amused by the entire situation? Seriously. Worrying over it is just getting us worked up, plus it's only April, so it's time to just relax and laugh at the nice little joke the universe is having on us.

Tigers win 3-2, with all three runs scored in the first inning. I'm really getting the hang of "watching" a game on GameCast. It's starting to feel very natural. I mean, it sucks, because I can't see or hear anything going on and the lag is ridiculous sometimes and some of the programming errors are hilarious (my favorite one so far is Posada getting strike four in the second pitch), but it beats the hell out of a) waiting for NESN to mention the scores when they feel like it or b) waiting to see them in the papers the next day, plus it does still allow me to follow the game. Which often leads to me cheering or yelling at my computer, but that's a whole different set of issues.

*stares at GameCast impatiently* And if the Yankees would please finish losing to the Angels on account of the usual crap starting pitching and useless offense, that would be awesome. I'm tired.

A couple random thoughts to kill time while I wait:

* Does the Daily News have an entire committee whose sole purpose is to come up with puns on "A-Rod?" "A-Bomb." "A-Lone." "E-Rod." "A-Mess." Give it a rest, people.

* Curt Schilling was wearing an Everquest II cap at the press conference yesterday. Awww what a dork. <3

* I like how the little AIM icon at the bottom of the screen in the OSX task bar bobs up and down when I've been IMed, because otherwise I would forget, but I hate it when I'm trying to write a post, because it lags my typing a little, so if I make a typo it takes forever to go back and fix it.

* I have learned from a highly reliable source that Princess A-Rod favors mustard yellow pants. Like, a lot. Finding a way to work this unfortunate information into a fic is my new goal.

Finally. Yankees lose to the Angels, 3-1. The Yankees's rate of suckage is becoming truly impressive. Too bad the Tigers can't play them right now instead of the end of May, they'd sweep for sure.