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Aug. 2nd, 2005 12:14 pmOkay, I'm home. I hate baseball, and I hate trade deadline, and I'm devastated and have a completely broken little pitcher curled up inside my head, and losing Nomar was nothing compared to this, but I'm home and experimenting with the therapeutic powers of the Grateful Dead's American Beauty, because Mr Rosso is right, that shit works.
And to distract myself for a little while, an account of yesterday entitled How To Survive The First Full Day After Losing A Favorite Player Without Pitching Yourself Out The Window Or Dismantling Your Ottoman.
* See "Wedding Crashers." No, really. I know the trailer makes it look blindingly moronic, and I didn't really want to see it, but Amanda's dad was paying (this was a recurring theme; he paid for everything) and I have a policy about not turning down free movies. But it was actually pretty decent. Plenty of the jokes were funny and the story was fairly reasonable. It could have been about twenty minutes shorter, and Bill Simmons was right about it suddenly turning from a comedy into a chick flick, but I enjoyed myself.
* Procure a Tigers hat. Amanda and I do our best to exchange birthday presents every year, but since we don't see each other too often, the gifts are usually months late. So, when I found out a couple of weeks ago that she was coming down, I asked her to buy my sad broke self a Tigers hat for my birthday last January. And she did. And there was much hugging and careful band adjustment until it fit Just Right. It's black with the white Olde English D, and has "Tigers" stiched into the adjustable Velcro band on the back.
* Immediately blow the benefits of your clever manuevering by wandering into Olympia Sports. They had a whole slew of new player shirts that hadn't been in Maine before. Including Bellhorn. I have wanted a Bellhorn shirt for over a year. So, oops. I'm sure I can find ways to cut corners and make up the nineteen bucks. Amanda got Arroyo and had to physically remove herself from the store before she grabbed Mueller (heh), too.
* Hurry to the mall bathroom to change into your shiny new Bellhorn shirt whilst assuring yourself that this certainly does not mean he will be put on waivers two weeks from now.
*
( Go to a Sea Dogs game! Cut because this part is long. )
Conclusion: I need to go to more Sea Dogs games. I can walk to Hadlock from my house, for heaven's sake, I've no excuse. Except for the broke part.
And to distract myself for a little while, an account of yesterday entitled How To Survive The First Full Day After Losing A Favorite Player Without Pitching Yourself Out The Window Or Dismantling Your Ottoman.
* See "Wedding Crashers." No, really. I know the trailer makes it look blindingly moronic, and I didn't really want to see it, but Amanda's dad was paying (this was a recurring theme; he paid for everything) and I have a policy about not turning down free movies. But it was actually pretty decent. Plenty of the jokes were funny and the story was fairly reasonable. It could have been about twenty minutes shorter, and Bill Simmons was right about it suddenly turning from a comedy into a chick flick, but I enjoyed myself.
* Procure a Tigers hat. Amanda and I do our best to exchange birthday presents every year, but since we don't see each other too often, the gifts are usually months late. So, when I found out a couple of weeks ago that she was coming down, I asked her to buy my sad broke self a Tigers hat for my birthday last January. And she did. And there was much hugging and careful band adjustment until it fit Just Right. It's black with the white Olde English D, and has "Tigers" stiched into the adjustable Velcro band on the back.
* Immediately blow the benefits of your clever manuevering by wandering into Olympia Sports. They had a whole slew of new player shirts that hadn't been in Maine before. Including Bellhorn. I have wanted a Bellhorn shirt for over a year. So, oops. I'm sure I can find ways to cut corners and make up the nineteen bucks. Amanda got Arroyo and had to physically remove herself from the store before she grabbed Mueller (heh), too.
* Hurry to the mall bathroom to change into your shiny new Bellhorn shirt whilst assuring yourself that this certainly does not mean he will be put on waivers two weeks from now.
*
( Go to a Sea Dogs game! Cut because this part is long. )Conclusion: I need to go to more Sea Dogs games. I can walk to Hadlock from my house, for heaven's sake, I've no excuse. Except for the broke part.
