links for 2006-10-01
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Even when the Red Sox completely impload, the Yankees are still thinking of us. It's all about Red Sox/Yankees, even when it isn't.
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Colin Powell's most significant moment turned out to be his lowest
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So the season is over and I'm sad. Sad there are no more games for the Red Sox, but more sad about the consequences. I'm not a fool, I know how the business of baseball works and what I've been hearing and reading for awhile now, but but I've still had this little place in my heart that hoped and believed that Trot Nixon would return to the Red Sox, though he has become a free agent. But Theo's words at the post game press conference killed that hope. And so I will just have to sit back and wait to see where he goes. But before that I bring you:
Top 10 Reasons Trot Nixon is My Favorite Dirt Dog
10. The way he spent an entire half an inning heckling Carlos Delgado from the dugout after Delgado had wiped out Doug Mientkiewicz completely unnecessarily
9. He was once ejected from a game while on the disabled list - he argued a little too forcefully about a Kapler homerun deemed a non-homerun. Trot was right, by the way, the ball bounced off the top of the monster. I saw it.
8. The way he referred to curse as a "5 letter word"
7. He's been with the Red Sox his entire career
6. Trot drove in the final 2 runs scored in the 2004 World Series and batted .357 for the series
5. The smackdown he put on Tanyon Sturtze in the fight also known as the Varitek/ARod brawl
4. The amount of pine tar that covers his helmet and the way he takes no shit from MLB about it
3. His game winning homerun in the Pedro/Roger duel in May 2000
2. His game winning homerun in the 11th inning of Game 3 of the 2003 ALCS
1. The way he started spreading the news...

Going to the clubhouse?, the cameraman asks.
No, man..I'm going to be with my fans, Trot replies.
And then he runs, fist in the air, to the remaining Red Sox fans in the back of Yankee Stadium.
That is just Trot and I will miss him.
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I will once again be in the same city as my beloved Nomah and DLowe. Though I won't be able to go see them play, I will be thinking good thoughts towards Shea... Yup, me and my 3 oz. travel sized hair gel am off to NYC.
As this is my first flight since the relaxation of the dreaded liquid/gel carry on rule, I decided to head over to FAA.com to see what is and isn't allowed these days. I couldn't be more stupified...
Cigar Cutters
Cuticle Cutters
Eyelash Curlers
Gel-filled bras and similar prosthetics - Gel-filled bras may be worn through security screening and aboard aircraft. (I don't think any comment I make could possibly improve on that)
Knitting and Crochet Needleshttp://www.livingreflections.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&post=2365
Personal lubricants (tee hee.. they said lubricants)
Scissors - metal with pointed tips and blades shorter than four inches in length. (so 3.9 inch sharp tipped scissors ARE allowed?)
Toy Transformer Robot (huh?)
Toy Weapons - if not realistic replicas. (seriously?)
And in fairness, here are some things that AREN'T allowed (ya think?)
Box Cutters
Ice/Ice Picks
Knives - except for plastic or round bladed butter knives
Meat Cleavers
Sabers (light sabers, too??)
Swords
Baseball Bats
Bows and Arrows
Spear Guns
BB guns
Pellet Guns
Realistic Replicas of Firearms
Axes and Hatchets
Cattle Prods
Crowbars
Drills
Saws
Tools (greater than seven inches in length) - so 6.9 inches ARE allowed!
Billy Clubs
Brass Knuckles
Kubatons (???)
Stun Guns/Shocking Devices
Dynamite!
Hand Grenades
Plastic Explosives
Realistic Replicas of Explosives
Gasoline
Gas Torches
Tear Gas
Jello (!!)
Pudding (!!)
Whipped cream (a big blow to the mile high club)
Yogurt or gel like food substances
Well, I feel safer... I think.
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Say it again, brother...
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Let me give away the punchline: this week it took me almost 6 hours. 6 hours! For those who are unaware, you can drive from NYC to Boston in 3.5 - 4 hours.
Let's review the details... I left my office in the city in plenty of time to get to my flight. Sure there was horrific traffic... not sure why, but I'm sure Yankees fans are to blame somehow. I got to the airport a tad late for my flight, but it really was the lines that killed me. So I missed the 4pm shuttle I wanted to take and was place on the 5. Fine. Except when I get to the gate, the next shuttle is already listed as 45 minutes delayed. People mill about in an annoyed state. We are now an hour and half away from boarding our 35 min. flight.
Time passes slowly in the airport as more and more people swarm about. At the next gate, people scheduled on the 6om shuttle are already gathering. Our plane hasn't even arrived, yet. Do I need to tell you where this is going? Yes, under the well known "once a plane is late and we can't hide that fact, so we might as well make it as late as possible by letting all the other planes go first so we can keep our on time % up" rule, the 6pm shuttle took off before the 5pm and I've now been in the airport for over 2 hours, waiting for a 35 min. flight. Finallly, just after 6pm, we push away from the gate, back up and sit. And sit some more, and sit even more. Finally we move about 10 feet and the pilot comes on to announce there is an extensive amount of traffic ahead of us. He can't even see the head of the line of planes, so he can't hazard a guess as to how long it will be (but you know he knows), but will mostly likely be at least 40 min. 40 min. of waiting on the runway for a 35 min. flight for which I've already waited 2 hours.
We move inch by inch. I look out the windows and see planes as far as the eye can see. In all directions, on all runways, all moving in the same direction. It appears to be hundreds of planes. One would think they were like an army of attack planes sneaking up on an enemy. I begin to wonder if LaQuardia has one take off runway. We crawl endlessly forward, then stop. We have been sitting in the same place for at least 15 min. when the pilot announces: if you look to the left of the aircraft, you will see the Detroit Tigers packing up their equipment on their plane. All passengers head turn quickly to the left except mine because I'm thinking: the Tigers/Yankees game was in the 4th inning when I left the office. Johnny Damon had just hit his homerun putting the Yanks on top and I left in disgust. They played 5 innings, showered, did post game press conferences, and got to the airport in the time I've been waiting for my 35 min. flight. A few minutes later a bus with flashing lights came roaring onto the runway carrying what I can only assume were the actual Detroit Tigers to the plane. Needless to say, that plane went right to the front of the line for takeoff. I am not pleased. I am beginning to think they will make it to Detroit before I even take off.
Finally, over an hour after leaving the gate we are cleared for takeoff. The flight itself is fine, except for the bizarre decision to start the beverage service about 25 min. in to a 35 min. flight. They gave you your drink (which you needed by this point in time), and 30 seconds later came around to take it away as we were descending and all tray tables and seatbacks had to be returned to an upright position! They were literally taking drinks out of people's hands and throwing them away. Then we arrive in Boston (home, sweet, home!) and sit on the runway once again. Somehow we ended up on a cross runway inbetween 2 runways that were being used and we had to wait for a break in the traffic to get across to the gate. Seriously? Can't these things be forseen?
Time of arrival for the 5pm shuttle: 7:59. For a 35 min. flight that should have left at 5pm.
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Especially when the announcer said something like: this is not how the Yankees want to go out, it's almost embarassing for this team. Followed by a comment about this possibly being ARod's last game as a Yankee as he's basically been sucking. Shortly thereafter, the Detroit crowd broke into a 'Yankees Suck' cheer. Say what you want about Manny, at least he produces something for his 20 mil.
I'm not so mad anymore about the Tigers cutting me at the airport the other day. I'm lovin' the Tigers!
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I just tried to make my own Sangria by combining Pinot Noir and Fresca. You know what: it wasn't bad.
and I'm at work. This just isn't right.
Except I just checked and the Tigers are up 3-0 over Oakland. If they win, they will be up 3-0 in the series and we'll get to hear my favorite phrase: the only team to ever come back from 3-0 to win a 7 game series is.... the 2004 Boston Red Sox.
weeeeeeee..... go Tigers.
A couple of days ago when the alarm clock went off, the song playing was "Friend of the Devil". Wow.. blast from the past. Even more surprising is that my alarm clock is set to the local college radio station (it's one of the few stations I can listen to without throwing up. 99% of new major label music blows chunks). This means that somewhere out there there is at least 1 college student who
A. Has heard of the Grateful Dead (keep in mind today's college students were born in the early to mid 80's and probably don't even remember the horrifiic Tough of Grey nightmare - something that caused ridiculous fashion trends during my school years. Co-ed Naked Lacross with dancing bears? What does that mean?)
B. Likes the Dead enough to play them on her radio show.
Could it be that just like the clothes I wore in middle school, the Dead will come back into style? I was recently in Haight Ashbury and I saw few signs of this, but why not? Every 20 years or so, they return. All I know is the song has been running through my head for 2 days now. Got 2 reasons why I cry away the lonely night....
Got a wife in chino, babe, and one in cherokee
The first one says shes got my child, but it dont look like me.
Set out runnin but I take my time,
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
The other day J-Mo got me into 2 time wasting situations with her Delicious links. One was Filter, the iTunes add on that creates mixes for you based on a particular song. Coolio.. I could spend hours, I could spend days. My iPod itself is only so big, so...
The second way was the link to Photojojo and their Project 365 idea: How to Take a Photo a Day and See Your Life in a Whole New Way. I've latched on to the concept that by taking a photo a day, you will become a better photographer. We'll see. Sometimes the photos may be boring, but other days not. I've done it 2 days in a row now and we'll see if I stick to it. After all I made a commitment to blog everyday and that has turned out mostly to be delicious links.. but I have a new camera and I'm motivated. So strike a pose because I may just be photographing you!
Yesterday, sitting in my cube in the middle of the vast cube farm, I heard a clicking sound. Click Click Click Click Click Click. Only one thing, in my experience, creates such a sound: nail clippers. My brain attempts to reconcile the sound with the fact that I'm in the office. It can't be.. who would do such a thing? I narrow the direction down and decide to investigate. As I cruise by the cube where the offensive sound is coming from, I glance in. There I see a grown man with a pair of nail clippers and a pile of nail clippings on his desk. I suppose I could be grateful he wasn't cutting his toe nails, but it seems like a hollow victory.

You can open the container, pour it into a pie crust and ta da: cheesecake.. Hmmm.. cheesecake. This is a terrifying development for my butt. I was going to learn how to make a Pumpkin Cheesecake for fall, but now it will be so simple! If you see me starting to bust out of my clothes, you'll know who to blame: Philadelphia Cream cheese.
In better news, it's come to my attention that Millstone Coffee makes a Pumpkin Spice coffee. Perhaps if I get this, I'll be able to leave my Starbuck Pumpkin Spice Latte habit. It's like crack, I tell you, crack!
A few days ago a co-worker from the NY office informed me that baseball was still going on. Baseball? After the Red Sox's and Yankee's seasons were over. Baseball.. with no teams from the American League East? Hmph! Yes, this Met's fan responded: and the Mets are in Game 7.
Game 7 of a league championship series... ah, yes I remember the feeling well. The optimism, the nervousness, the hope, the terror.. But I didn't really watch the game. I would flip it on from time to time, for short bursts (I can only put up with McCarver to watch my Red Sox): 1-1 in the 5th. 1-1 in the 7th. 1-1 in the 8th! 1-1 in the 9th. 20,000 re-plays of the "greatest catch in post-season history" (and it was fine) later, Scott Rolen is up and there is a graphic beneath him that says: last homerun in game 7 of the 2004 NLCS. First I think: only in the post season, right? Then I think, ohhhh 2004 didn't work out well for the Cardinals (heeheehee). This won't, either. Fox has jinxed him. But he singled and the next batter appeared. Oh, I thought: baby Molina.. must be hard to always have lived in the shadows of his brothers. Then: smack! Shadows no more. Baby had put his team up by 2 runs in the top of the ninth of Game 7. I turn the tv off. I know there will no Met comeback. That is too deflating, after having a 1-1 game for inning upon inning.
In the morning I woke up thinking: what a nightmare for Mets fans! That was before I found out how it went down. They in fact, did rally a bit, bases loaded, bottom of the 9th, your best hitter up and: NADA. Series over. It's worse than 2003 was for the Red Sox, it's 1986 bad! See Baby Molina is the Mets Aaron Boone, but they could have won in the bottom of the 9th. Brutal. Just brutal. Mets fans: I feel your pain.
Of course, for Red Sox fans, it's always about us. This morning, I was listening to sports talk radio to here the disection. A caller starts in with: "yeah, it was a great catch.. never heard of that guy before, but whatever.. but you know what? I'm happy the Mets lost. Even though we won in 2004, I'm still not over '86. I hate the Mets. I hate them!" And I smiled.. wait til next year!
Seriously.. I've been in my pajamas since I got home. I can barely keep my eyes open. And tomorrow I have to get up at 5:15 am so I can get the 7am shuttle to NYC (again). What is wrong with this picuture??