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Okay, now that I have had sleep and some coffee, and I am feeling calmer: I STILL HATE BOBBY ABREU AND I ALWAYS WILL HE IS ON MY BASEBALL SHIT LIST but he really did kick some ass last night and he deserved to win the Derby.

And honestly, I expected Pudge to get knocked out in the first round. He's never been a homerun guy, and especially not this year, and Comerica is not forgiving about homeruns. Before he came up, all I was hoping for was that he wouldn't pull a Jason Bay. (Aww, poor Jason Bay. *pets him*) I about died when he made it to the final round, and I wanted him to win so badly my stomach was in knots. So, I didn't take it well when Bobby Abreu decided to be a jerk and beat Pudge's ass right in front of Pudge's kid and Pudge's fans in Pudge's town. Bite me, Abreu.

I said calmer, not less bitter.

However, now that Pudge has reminded us, and himself, that he can in fact still hit homeruns and long triples, maybe it will help to put him back on track in the second half of the season. As Sam pointed out at Roar of the Tigers, Pudge clearly hasn't lost any power, he just needs to make some adjustments and get his head back in the game. Which, considering that he is going through a divorce after something like seventeen years of marriage, is really only to be expected.

My agenda for today:
* Finish coffee and get dressed.
* Go downtown to BUY BRONSON'S CD YAY. (Yeah, I'm broke, but you bet I put aside money for this and for Harry Potter this weekend. I've been waiting for this for months.)
* Wander around in search of Help Wanted signs so I can fill out yet more applications, which activity I hate even more than Bobby Abreu but it is a necessary evil.
* Come home.
* Probably spend too much time on my computer.
* Watch All-Star Game.
* Get confused and think I am watching Red Sox game. Wonder why A-Rod is playing with Red Sox.
* Cheer indiscriminately because I have guys on both sides and I don't care who wins.
* Boo indiscriminately because I hate guys on both sides and I don't care who wins.
* Go to bed way too late and not get enough sleep for work.

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An excerpt from a fic I wrote during spring training:

( Cut for those with delicate sensibilities. )

Now check out this article (link goes to a post in ayrdaomei's journal, since the Post requires registration and she was kind enough to copry and paste. Thank you!). Looks like the Princess finally caved to the Sheffield charm. Or, you know, the Sheffield scariness.

The best Sheffield quote: "We're going to bring our gold, our jewel in there, which is A-Rod." Damn, dude. First he tries to get to first base with Jeter on the field, now this? Tone it down a few zillion notches, Sheff.

And do I even need to get into the rest of that crap? How ridiculous it is to go in there assuming that the Sox have it in for A-Rod? Guess what, Gary: they're just playing ball. I suggest you do the same. The idea of any of the Yankees going in actively looking for trouble gives me the creeps, because when you are looking for trouble, you tend to find it. I just hope that the rest of the Yankees are smart enough to ignore Sheffield's bullshit and concentrate on the series at hand, because as much as I love a good baseball brawl, there's an explosive edge to the Sox/Yankees that I just don't like. After the problems with Sheffield and that fan, there was discussion in the Sox blogosphere about how at this rate something really terrible is going to have to happen for hostilities to get down to a reasonable level again. Sheffield's remarks reminded me very strongly of that and I think I'm going to be on edge during the entire series. Please, guys, just play the game, okay?