Oprah yesterday, shooting deer today.

Life is good.

-Started the All-Star Game

-I MET MR. T even though I didn't get to catch his ceremonial first pitch, it was pretty damn cool getting my hand crushed by his afterwards...he told me that he pitied the foo who didn't beat the Red Sawx. And you know what. I agreed wholeheartedly.

But Mr. T. Goddamn. I'm still starstruck.

It seems as if those grabasstic Indians always have to have the last word in on me. 2 hits? Did they HAVE to have those 2 hits? Honestly. I'll have to break another foot to reach Wilson Alvarez ( Read more... )

It's my birthday.

.....hooray.

...I guess the foot's going to be okay. Pinched nerve.

I'm laughing right now. See. Ha ha.

This is me laughing. Ha hah ha.

I'm going to be okay. I'm going to start opening day.

I am.

*ahem* Carrying on.

"It's a hairline fraction of the fourth metatarsal," he said.

IN ENGLISH. I said through gritted teeth.

I didn't need a translation. I knew exactly what he meant.

It's fucked, is more like it. You're fucked,is what he meant. This rotation is fucked. This team is fucked ( Read more... )

So how did I look out there, eh? Eh ( Read more... )

I love that cornflower blue button-down shirt that Aaron wears.

I like it better on my bedroom floor, however.

That was really cliche.

I apologize.

Aaaanyway. I've been as effective on the mound as pepto bismol is for dysentary. Gotta work more, I guess.

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas....I got some interesting things, namely a Dance Dance Revolution mat (finally!) and a hunting knife from my folks. I didn't get the things everyone wanted, unfortunately. It seems as if I never have enough money for anything. I need to manage things better, namely finances ( Read more... )

I suppose I was right about the Twins.

Heh. How 'bout that?

Perhaps I'm a better prognosticator than a pitcher.....