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As a general rule, memes irritate the crap out of me, but this one got me a little curious. Ganked from absolutely everyone. Grammar corrected because I am a loser.

I think it's inevitable that as we read each other's journals we create mental pictures of each other. Post this on your own journal to find out who your friends see when they read about your life.
Two Rules:
1) The person must be in the movies or on TV (but doesn't have to be an actor/actress). The person can be specific to a role (e.g. Jennifer Elhe's Elizabeth Bennett) or just the person him- or herself.
2) You have to post a link to a picture of said person in the comments.
These castings can be based on things in the person's personality or on physical traits you know they have.

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Damn my need for sleep anyway. Sounds like I missed the second half of quite a game. That'll teach me to go to bed at ten when I'm tired. Oh, well, I would have been too comatose by the end to appreciate it, anyway. Watching Schilling blow another save would have knocked me unconscious and made me miss Manny's homer. Final score: 6-5.

In contrast, I am not remotely sad that I opted not to watch the Tigers game, because four errors with a final score of 10-5 Twins. Oops.

And of course I couldn't watch the Astros game, and that worked out, because Roy Oswalt - okay, at this point you may assume that Roy Oswalt is studly in each of his starts until I say otherwise. Final score of 3-2, with the Nationals' runs coming from a two-run homer off Lidge in the ninth (ladies and gentlemen, I give you the best closer from all my teams combined! *sigh*). The difference-making run? An RBI from Roy himself. He just did everything last night.

Also, the Yankees lost 6-5, thanks to a Guerrero grand slam courtesy of Tom Gordon. HAHAHA wow. At least when Keith Foulke gave up his grand slam, he was kind enough to tie the game first to soften the blow. The Yankees got like eight bazillion homers last night, too. I can't help but feel for the Yankee fans, man, that's gotta suck. That's the kind of crap that stays with you all day the next day. I am laughing, of course, but it is sympathetic laughter. Really.

Okay, time to go watch games that are actually happening, because I am too slow to have done this hours ago.

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Between my three teams tonight, they scored thirty runs. THIRTY FUCKING RUNS. I wish I could borrow, say, five of those runs from the Astros and give them to the Red Sox, but we'll get to that.

Actually, let's start with that and get it out of the way. I didn't pay much attention to this game, as I was busy watching the Tigers school the Twins, but it started off fine. Pitchers' duel for, oh, an eon or so. Okay, into the sixth, but it sure seemed like an eon, because I kept glancing up from MLBTV at NESN and going, "God, still tied at one?"

AND THEN IT WASN'T ANYMORE. And the White Sox scored six runs off Wake. In the form of two two-out three-run homers. I don't know how. I don't want to know. I just know that suddenly it was 7-1 and the game was over. I mean, yeah, Johnny got his homer, and Adam Stern came through with his first major league homer, and a two-run shot at that, but it was over. I watched a little of the game after the Tigers were, but turned the TV off in the eighth. It was harshing my buzz, man, I couldn't take it. Final score: 8-4. I can only imagine the scene in the Chicago sound booth. Ugh.

My buzz returned when I remembered that I had a third team, that they were playing, and that Clemens had gotten the start. I checked the score and almost shat myself. 14-1, kids. My sources tell me that Sam went to the game. Hey, Sam: Do me a favor and go to more Astros games, okay? You know. If you feel like travelling to Houston some time.

And yes, Morgan Ensberg did get three of those runs. So did Jason Lane and Mike Lamb.

And no, Clemens did not give up that one run. He pitched six scoreless innings, gave up three hits, and got ten K's. His ERA is 1.40. That is disturbing and inhuman and I am SO GLAD he pitches for my team and even more glad they're finally backing him up and not letting him go to waste.

But anyway. I started my night watching the Tigers, because their game started an hour before everyone else's. It was pretty close for a while. We'd score a run, the Twins would tie it, the Twins would get ahead, we would tie it, so on.

And then? The fifth inning. Shelty! And Dmitri! And Magglio! Oh my! Dmitri scores Shelty! We're back ahead, 4-3! Pudge reaches on an error that should have been a double play (haha, Bret Boone, you suck like your brother)! The bases are loaded! And who is that at the plate? Is that Craig Monroe? Why yes, it is. Did he just hit a bases-clearing double? WHY YES HE DID. Have we scored four runs and still no outs? WHY YES WE HAVE! Pitching change! BALK of the weirdest variety - Mulholland practically fell over! And here comes Omar to send Craig home! 3-8!

And that was just the fifth inning.

Witness the sixth: Mike Maroth . . . um, gives up a bases clearing double. No, really. Whoops. 8-6.

But there's more! For then came the bottom of the sixth! Shelty! And Mags! And Pudge! And pretty much all the same people as before, because we went around in the order last inning! Pudge gets an RBI! Rookie boy Curtis Granderson gets an RBI!

And is that Craig Monroe getting two more RBI, for a total of SIX on the night, tying his personal record? WHY YES IT IS.

And even though it was just the sixth, that game was over. 12-6, a refreshing recovery from last nigh. Cram it, Twinkies.

Thirty runs, kids. That's not gonna happen again.