offbalance: (yankees - Coney Perfect)
Ugh. So usually the best thing about my CSA is that I start eating lots and lots and lots of leafy green vegetables. A better lunch for a better America and all that.

Only problem is that after a week or three of that many salads, my stomach usually rebels in a majorly epic way. A "No, fuck you!" way, as [livejournal.com profile] antheia might say. (Speaking of, happy birthday, doll!)

So I feel like I have gravel in my stomach at the moment. I have less than no interest in food, but my body insists on being annoying and getting hungry at times. (The nerve!) I'm doing my best, but I'm guessing I'm going to have to revert to eating like a three-year-old for a day or two while things reset and my stomach decides to stop being full of gravel.

And naturally, I have a fridge full of all sorts of lovely leafy greens. Of course.

I finished Bobby Murcer's memoir (Yankee for Life) today. It was excellent. Bobby was always a favorite of mine in the broadcast booth, and I was positively crushed when he passed. He seemed like such a genuinely nice guy, too. I loved his games, it was kind of like having a cool older relative sit with you and talk to you about the game in such a way that you felt more informed after. (Kind of like watching sports with my dad.) It was weird - reading the book, I could totally hear his voice just like I did for so many Yankee games over the years. And for my money, I will stand by the fact that my favorite broadcast team will always be Murcer, Jim Katt, and Michael Kay (back before his head grew to unnatural sizes). Yes, Scooter was fun and all, but he was gone by the time the 1996 team rolled around, and when I really got swept up in the pennant race and fell in love with the team in a way I hadn't loved them before. So it was nice to have Bobby back, in a way. It was also hard as hell to read about his diagnosis and fight with cancer, and how upbeat it was, knowing something he didn't know as of the writing of the book. I just hope that somewhere, Field of Dreams is real, and he's hanging with Munson and Mantle and some of the other guys right now.

Otherwise, not much to report on. Work was as usual - like hitting myself in the face with a nerf bat over and over again (not painful, but more than annoying). Our team won trivia yesterday by half a point, which was pretty cool. And now I have to decide between reading two books, but I think Game of Thrones will win that dogfight. Annd I'm going bridal gown shopping on Friday. Hopefully that will be less painful than I'm fearing. (Bringing a team of aces with me - my mom, [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic and [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, so hopefully we can get something accomplished).

Tonight I got home in time to watch the Yankee game. I even got to watch a bunch with my dad over the phone. Talking to him was fun, my new tv has a great picture, and my apartment had a/c, so I was ready to settle in with some baseball goodness. Of course, they lost. I think that about sums up today. *sigh*
offbalance: (yankees - Coney Perfect)
Ugh. So usually the best thing about my CSA is that I start eating lots and lots and lots of leafy green vegetables. A better lunch for a better America and all that.

Only problem is that after a week or three of that many salads, my stomach usually rebels in a majorly epic way. A "No, fuck you!" way, as [livejournal.com profile] antheia might say. (Speaking of, happy birthday, doll!)

So I feel like I have gravel in my stomach at the moment. I have less than no interest in food, but my body insists on being annoying and getting hungry at times. (The nerve!) I'm doing my best, but I'm guessing I'm going to have to revert to eating like a three-year-old for a day or two while things reset and my stomach decides to stop being full of gravel.

And naturally, I have a fridge full of all sorts of lovely leafy greens. Of course.

I finished Bobby Murcer's memoir (Yankee for Life) today. It was excellent. Bobby was always a favorite of mine in the broadcast booth, and I was positively crushed when he passed. He seemed like such a genuinely nice guy, too. I loved his games, it was kind of like having a cool older relative sit with you and talk to you about the game in such a way that you felt more informed after. (Kind of like watching sports with my dad.) It was weird - reading the book, I could totally hear his voice just like I did for so many Yankee games over the years. And for my money, I will stand by the fact that my favorite broadcast team will always be Murcer, Jim Katt, and Michael Kay (back before his head grew to unnatural sizes). Yes, Scooter was fun and all, but he was gone by the time the 1996 team rolled around, and when I really got swept up in the pennant race and fell in love with the team in a way I hadn't loved them before. So it was nice to have Bobby back, in a way. It was also hard as hell to read about his diagnosis and fight with cancer, and how upbeat it was, knowing something he didn't know as of the writing of the book. I just hope that somewhere, Field of Dreams is real, and he's hanging with Munson and Mantle and some of the other guys right now.

Otherwise, not much to report on. Work was as usual - like hitting myself in the face with a nerf bat over and over again (not painful, but more than annoying). Our team won trivia yesterday by half a point, which was pretty cool. And now I have to decide between reading two books, but I think Game of Thrones will win that dogfight. Annd I'm going bridal gown shopping on Friday. Hopefully that will be less painful than I'm fearing. (Bringing a team of aces with me - my mom, [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic and [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, so hopefully we can get something accomplished).

Tonight I got home in time to watch the Yankee game. I even got to watch a bunch with my dad over the phone. Talking to him was fun, my new tv has a great picture, and my apartment had a/c, so I was ready to settle in with some baseball goodness. Of course, they lost. I think that about sums up today. *sigh*
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Man, it has not been a great week for me as a consumer of entertainment. At the moment I'd like to thank Castle, NCIS, The Big Bang Theory, The Vampire Diaries, and Supernatural for being Good to Excellent lately.

- Speaking of my favorite vampire show on network television right now, After Elton posted a hilarious Guide to the Vampire Diaries. I recommend. I am also asquee at the prospect of a new pairing that was hinted at in this week's episode. YES, THIS.

- I still do not have Fox, because Cablevision is run by assholes.

- I still can't decide how I feel about the Rocky Horror episode of Glee. There were some really standout moments ("Hot Patootie," and "Touch-A Touch Me"), Sue's corner, Brittiny's halloween costume. But I felt like the writing has been lagging for weeks and that Schuester was totally acting out of character this week. I love that they're dealing with the fallout between him and Emma, but he's usually smarter than this. If he's going to act out of character, I need the writers to convince me it makes sense. Was the joke of the episode supposed to be that it suffered from pacing problem and script holes, like the real Rocky? I dunno. But when Sue Sylvester is the voice of reason? You have to sit down a minute.

- How I Met Your Mother is really getting sit-commy. It used to be sharp and subversive, now it's getting dumb. However, this week's exploration of the baby-voice thing provided some interest. There's still a spark, I just think they're out of ideas and it's time to pull the plug. Time to take a page out of Lost and Big Love's playbooks and figure out exactly when the end is, and GET ON WITH IT.

- Oh, Project Runway, we are sooo in a fight right now. Spoilers! )

- The Marie Claire brouhaha has been reported and discussed in many areas, and to my satisfaction. I'm not linking to the original piece, as per [livejournal.com profile] antheia's suggestion in her excellent essay on the subject. (I also thought [livejournal.com profile] laughingirl's piece was fantastic too). I've had issues with MC for awhile now, mainly due to their half-assed attempts to be "down" with both feminism (which they occasionally get right. Occasionally) and people who are plus-sized that love fashion. They started a column some time ago called "Big Girl in a Skinny World," which I wanted to love, but hated instantly. The tone of the pieces are generally of the "Oh, poor us! We're too heavy to wear all those hot clothes our skinny friends can! But here's something that's not a mumu!" Only in the very most recent one does the essayist show a little bit of a chip on her shoulder about how she is treated by the often fat-phobic fashion industry. (A sales associate told her that she shouldn't buy a pair of skinny jeans -in her size - without even seeing them on the writer. The writer replied, "Tell it to my Amex.") I've been hoping for futher improvement, but between the "I hate looking at fat people" essay, and the fact that the idiot fashion director who is a PR judge clearly has no taste in fashion, I may have to tell them to go screw. I always liked Allure better, to be perfectly honest. (MC got me for another year because of Tim Gunn's column. And as much as I love Tim Gunn, he may not be enough this time.

- I haven't been watching the World Series, due to the combination of no Fox and no interest. Still, I always enjoy the parade of talent as we try to predict who the Yankees are going to try to sign next year. Not sure how I feel about Cliff Lee - yes, he's fabulous now, but after signing some supposed marquee players that went pfft, I'm leery. Then again, there's potential Cy Young Award winner CC Sabathia. So you never know.

- I can haz a voice again! I lost my voice last Saturday and didn't get any part of it back until late Tuesday. NOT FUN.

- That's about all the lunchtime I have left, so Happy Halloween everybody!
offbalance: (mm serious as german film)
Man, it has not been a great week for me as a consumer of entertainment. At the moment I'd like to thank Castle, NCIS, The Big Bang Theory, The Vampire Diaries, and Supernatural for being Good to Excellent lately.

- Speaking of my favorite vampire show on network television right now, After Elton posted a hilarious Guide to the Vampire Diaries. I recommend. I am also asquee at the prospect of a new pairing that was hinted at in this week's episode. YES, THIS.

- I still do not have Fox, because Cablevision is run by assholes.

- I still can't decide how I feel about the Rocky Horror episode of Glee. There were some really standout moments ("Hot Patootie," and "Touch-A Touch Me"), Sue's corner, Brittiny's halloween costume. But I felt like the writing has been lagging for weeks and that Schuester was totally acting out of character this week. I love that they're dealing with the fallout between him and Emma, but he's usually smarter than this. If he's going to act out of character, I need the writers to convince me it makes sense. Was the joke of the episode supposed to be that it suffered from pacing problem and script holes, like the real Rocky? I dunno. But when Sue Sylvester is the voice of reason? You have to sit down a minute.

- How I Met Your Mother is really getting sit-commy. It used to be sharp and subversive, now it's getting dumb. However, this week's exploration of the baby-voice thing provided some interest. There's still a spark, I just think they're out of ideas and it's time to pull the plug. Time to take a page out of Lost and Big Love's playbooks and figure out exactly when the end is, and GET ON WITH IT.

- Oh, Project Runway, we are sooo in a fight right now. Spoilers! )

- The Marie Claire brouhaha has been reported and discussed in many areas, and to my satisfaction. I'm not linking to the original piece, as per [livejournal.com profile] antheia's suggestion in her excellent essay on the subject. (I also thought [livejournal.com profile] laughingirl's piece was fantastic too). I've had issues with MC for awhile now, mainly due to their half-assed attempts to be "down" with both feminism (which they occasionally get right. Occasionally) and people who are plus-sized that love fashion. They started a column some time ago called "Big Girl in a Skinny World," which I wanted to love, but hated instantly. The tone of the pieces are generally of the "Oh, poor us! We're too heavy to wear all those hot clothes our skinny friends can! But here's something that's not a mumu!" Only in the very most recent one does the essayist show a little bit of a chip on her shoulder about how she is treated by the often fat-phobic fashion industry. (A sales associate told her that she shouldn't buy a pair of skinny jeans -in her size - without even seeing them on the writer. The writer replied, "Tell it to my Amex.") I've been hoping for futher improvement, but between the "I hate looking at fat people" essay, and the fact that the idiot fashion director who is a PR judge clearly has no taste in fashion, I may have to tell them to go screw. I always liked Allure better, to be perfectly honest. (MC got me for another year because of Tim Gunn's column. And as much as I love Tim Gunn, he may not be enough this time.

- I haven't been watching the World Series, due to the combination of no Fox and no interest. Still, I always enjoy the parade of talent as we try to predict who the Yankees are going to try to sign next year. Not sure how I feel about Cliff Lee - yes, he's fabulous now, but after signing some supposed marquee players that went pfft, I'm leery. Then again, there's potential Cy Young Award winner CC Sabathia. So you never know.

- I can haz a voice again! I lost my voice last Saturday and didn't get any part of it back until late Tuesday. NOT FUN.

- That's about all the lunchtime I have left, so Happy Halloween everybody!
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When I was 14, the Rangers won the Stanley cup. It was awesome and exciting, and a major memory I will always cherish.

However, the 1995 season was somewhat less...memorable. Ditto for the season after that. (In essence, they stunk up the joint.)

I remember complaining to my dad.

"You think THIS is bad? He said? One or two years since they won the cup? Kiddo, I've been a Ranger fan since 1960. And you know how many times I've seen them win a stanley cup? ONCE. And it was the same time you did. They do this ALL of the time. "

"Do what?" I ask.

"Snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Make it to the semis or the finals and then just choke spectacularly. After a few years, and then a few decades, you can't even be upset anymore."

"How?"

"Well, baseball season starts up, and that usually distracts me some."

Of course, the 1996 baseball season had a LOT of things to distract us with. Ditto with 1998, 1999, and 2000.

Oh, and the Yankees won today, in case anyone is interested....
offbalance: (NY Rangers)
When I was 14, the Rangers won the Stanley cup. It was awesome and exciting, and a major memory I will always cherish.

However, the 1995 season was somewhat less...memorable. Ditto for the season after that. (In essence, they stunk up the joint.)

I remember complaining to my dad.

"You think THIS is bad? He said? One or two years since they won the cup? Kiddo, I've been a Ranger fan since 1960. And you know how many times I've seen them win a stanley cup? ONCE. And it was the same time you did. They do this ALL of the time. "

"Do what?" I ask.

"Snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Make it to the semis or the finals and then just choke spectacularly. After a few years, and then a few decades, you can't even be upset anymore."

"How?"

"Well, baseball season starts up, and that usually distracts me some."

Of course, the 1996 baseball season had a LOT of things to distract us with. Ditto with 1998, 1999, and 2000.

Oh, and the Yankees won today, in case anyone is interested....
offbalance: (yankees - Coney Perfect)
Monthly HD Package: $30

Yankees T-Shirt: $20

Watching Joe Buck choke back bilious rage as the team he hates more than any other in the universe wins a pennant and advances to the world series?

PRICELESS.

See you on Wednesday, boys! And remember - no more evil West Coast trips! All of our ass kicking will take place in EST.

In the meantime, please to continue the dance of joy...

offbalance: (yankees - Coney Perfect)
Monthly HD Package: $30

Yankees T-Shirt: $20

Watching Joe Buck choke back bilious rage as the team he hates more than any other in the universe wins a pennant and advances to the world series?

PRICELESS.

See you on Wednesday, boys! And remember - no more evil West Coast trips! All of our ass kicking will take place in EST.

In the meantime, please to continue the dance of joy...

offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
[livejournal.com profile] quasisonic and I discuss the ALCS:

Me: I knew we weren't going to sweep, so I'm trying to be reasonable about this. Trying.

[livejournal.com profile] quasisonic: Glad you're being reasonable. But it did suck, though.

Me: It did suck, and Girardi made some genuinely boneheaded moves. But Tonight is another game, y/y?

[livejournal.com profile] quasisonic: Didn’t he like, put in a pitcher and take him right out again? Tonight IS another game. No doubt the loss will fire them up!

Me: I didn’t really watch after Dad texted me on my ride home that it was tied 3-3. THEY HAD A THREE RUN LEAD AND…Never mind, breathing now. I’m of the opinion that Marte should be a last-ditch, worst-case,we-have-no-other-option dude. Instead, they put him in during a point where holding on to a lead was CRUCIAL, something better suited to Phil Hughes. OR, if Andy couldn’t make 6 innings, Joba, then Hughes, then Mo. YOU KNOW, THE PATENTED FORMULA THAT WORKED SINCE THE FRIGGING ALL STAR BREAK!!!?!?!?!?!?

[livejournal.com profile] quasisonic: Easy now, dear. I wonder what Girardi was thinking?

Me: I know what he was thinking: “I love scotch. Scotchy scotch scotch. Yum yum yum.”

*********
Onward to game four!!! I have class tonight, so hopefully dad and twitter will keep me up to date on the game as it happens.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
[livejournal.com profile] quasisonic and I discuss the ALCS:

Me: I knew we weren't going to sweep, so I'm trying to be reasonable about this. Trying.

[livejournal.com profile] quasisonic: Glad you're being reasonable. But it did suck, though.

Me: It did suck, and Girardi made some genuinely boneheaded moves. But Tonight is another game, y/y?

[livejournal.com profile] quasisonic: Didn’t he like, put in a pitcher and take him right out again? Tonight IS another game. No doubt the loss will fire them up!

Me: I didn’t really watch after Dad texted me on my ride home that it was tied 3-3. THEY HAD A THREE RUN LEAD AND…Never mind, breathing now. I’m of the opinion that Marte should be a last-ditch, worst-case,we-have-no-other-option dude. Instead, they put him in during a point where holding on to a lead was CRUCIAL, something better suited to Phil Hughes. OR, if Andy couldn’t make 6 innings, Joba, then Hughes, then Mo. YOU KNOW, THE PATENTED FORMULA THAT WORKED SINCE THE FRIGGING ALL STAR BREAK!!!?!?!?!?!?

[livejournal.com profile] quasisonic: Easy now, dear. I wonder what Girardi was thinking?

Me: I know what he was thinking: “I love scotch. Scotchy scotch scotch. Yum yum yum.”

*********
Onward to game four!!! I have class tonight, so hopefully dad and twitter will keep me up to date on the game as it happens.
offbalance: (HP SOAP by Kierthos)
I think I'm on my fourth wind at this point.

Lemme summup.

Thursday night, [livejournal.com profile] redesigner and I celebrated Restaurant Week at Butter. It was...okay. Nothing terrific. I think the best thing I could say about it was that it was trendy, but tasty. (to borrow from S1, E1 of Buffy). The staff was nice and the cocktails were strong, though.

Friday was a short day (hurrah) and after a few errands, I met up with J and J's family for their birthday celebration. (J's family all has birthdays in July, except for him. He's March, like me.) It was a definite good time.

Saturday was two parties, one a birthday, one a gathering of friends. Both were excellent - full of good food, good people, and rollicking good times. All things one should have in a Saturday, really.

Sunday was a day of win and awesome. The win was for the Yankees, as I watched a fantastic pitcher's duel at the Stadium with [livejournal.com profile] trebleahead. The weather was seriously perfect, and a day it was almost a crime not to be outside. It was one of those games that causes me to be utterly baffled at people who call baseball boring. (And I was so proud of Joba!! 7 2/3 innings with 8 strikeouts and less than 100 pitches?? Attaboy!!) Afterwords, I met up with [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, [livejournal.com profile] teany and [livejournal.com profile] selftoken for Harry Potter, which was awesome. I didn't mind too many of the story changes they'd made (there was a lot of ground to cover, after all), but I liked the story they did tell, and thought some of the shortcuts and tricks were quite clever. However: book-spoiler question )

Today, since J and I were both off, we decided to give our apartment a good straightening. It was perfectly clean (a bit disorganized, but that's what happens when you're two busy people in a small space). After several hours of hard work, however, the place looks excellent, and I'm proud of us. And now that I've had a shower, I'm going to drag my exhausted carcass to bed. I'm just glad I don't have to be back at work until Wednesday.
offbalance: (HP SOAP by Kierthos)
I think I'm on my fourth wind at this point.

Lemme summup.

Thursday night, [livejournal.com profile] redesigner and I celebrated Restaurant Week at Butter. It was...okay. Nothing terrific. I think the best thing I could say about it was that it was trendy, but tasty. (to borrow from S1, E1 of Buffy). The staff was nice and the cocktails were strong, though.

Friday was a short day (hurrah) and after a few errands, I met up with J and J's family for their birthday celebration. (J's family all has birthdays in July, except for him. He's March, like me.) It was a definite good time.

Saturday was two parties, one a birthday, one a gathering of friends. Both were excellent - full of good food, good people, and rollicking good times. All things one should have in a Saturday, really.

Sunday was a day of win and awesome. The win was for the Yankees, as I watched a fantastic pitcher's duel at the Stadium with [livejournal.com profile] trebleahead. The weather was seriously perfect, and a day it was almost a crime not to be outside. It was one of those games that causes me to be utterly baffled at people who call baseball boring. (And I was so proud of Joba!! 7 2/3 innings with 8 strikeouts and less than 100 pitches?? Attaboy!!) Afterwords, I met up with [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, [livejournal.com profile] teany and [livejournal.com profile] selftoken for Harry Potter, which was awesome. I didn't mind too many of the story changes they'd made (there was a lot of ground to cover, after all), but I liked the story they did tell, and thought some of the shortcuts and tricks were quite clever. However: book-spoiler question )

Today, since J and I were both off, we decided to give our apartment a good straightening. It was perfectly clean (a bit disorganized, but that's what happens when you're two busy people in a small space). After several hours of hard work, however, the place looks excellent, and I'm proud of us. And now that I've had a shower, I'm going to drag my exhausted carcass to bed. I'm just glad I don't have to be back at work until Wednesday.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
So, it appears that my boyfriend, Mr. "did that guy just hit a touchdown?", is going to the Yankees vs. Baltimore game tonight with his friend. Said friend is supposedly in possession of really awesome seats.

I'M NOT JEALOUS, I SWEAR. >< There is no pulsating, pungent, piercing jealousy in these veins. No sir.

Still, I'm having dinner with [livejournal.com profile] dotfic, which will be EVEN MORE awesome.

I am also having lunch with the truly awesome Coworker V today, so that's an added bonus. And tomorrow, I'm going to be touring the new Brooklyn Bowl before it even opens. So nyah.

But in other exciting news, I found a dress yesterday!! After some debate, it was agreed it was just the thing. I'm not going to stop looking on the off chance I fall across something else awesome, but I'm pretty happy with what I came up with. It just needs a tiny button replacement in the back. But for $35, I could have done MUCH worse. Hooray Syms!

Anyway, back to forcing myself into productivity. All I want to do is go hang around outside in the sunshine, and not work.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
So, it appears that my boyfriend, Mr. "did that guy just hit a touchdown?", is going to the Yankees vs. Baltimore game tonight with his friend. Said friend is supposedly in possession of really awesome seats.

I'M NOT JEALOUS, I SWEAR. >< There is no pulsating, pungent, piercing jealousy in these veins. No sir.

Still, I'm having dinner with [livejournal.com profile] dotfic, which will be EVEN MORE awesome.

I am also having lunch with the truly awesome Coworker V today, so that's an added bonus. And tomorrow, I'm going to be touring the new Brooklyn Bowl before it even opens. So nyah.

But in other exciting news, I found a dress yesterday!! After some debate, it was agreed it was just the thing. I'm not going to stop looking on the off chance I fall across something else awesome, but I'm pretty happy with what I came up with. It just needs a tiny button replacement in the back. But for $35, I could have done MUCH worse. Hooray Syms!

Anyway, back to forcing myself into productivity. All I want to do is go hang around outside in the sunshine, and not work.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
I am SO proud of Phil Hughes. So, so very proud. I knew you could do it!! I had faith in you!! All those scoreless innings!!! And, you had lots of nice offensive support, too. That's what I'm talking about. I'm hoping that "Firewater" Chamberlain will get his act together tonight and we can show the world that home grown Yankee talent is the best there is.

In other news, I got an annoying work problem out of the way nice and early. This is, of course, after I got ELBOWED IN THE FACE on my way off the train this morning. It was an accident, not on purpose, and the woman looked genuinely horrified, but still, ow. My browbone is still sore.

I'm reading the new Dresden Files book Turn Coat (a birthday gift from [livejournal.com profile] teany & [livejournal.com profile] selftoken - THANK YOUU!!!). That's been really holding my interest better than Neal "Off the Rails" Stephenson's The Diamond Age. I don't get it. Snow Crash was SO brilliant, and it just feels like he's so busy playing with his proto-steampunk tropes that he has no concept of plot pacing. And don't get me wrong, the steampunk stuff is fun, but I'm still not drawn in. J claims there's a payoff, I may try to get through it after Dresden.

HIMYM and Gossip Girl were made of win this week, too.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
I am SO proud of Phil Hughes. So, so very proud. I knew you could do it!! I had faith in you!! All those scoreless innings!!! And, you had lots of nice offensive support, too. That's what I'm talking about. I'm hoping that "Firewater" Chamberlain will get his act together tonight and we can show the world that home grown Yankee talent is the best there is.

In other news, I got an annoying work problem out of the way nice and early. This is, of course, after I got ELBOWED IN THE FACE on my way off the train this morning. It was an accident, not on purpose, and the woman looked genuinely horrified, but still, ow. My browbone is still sore.

I'm reading the new Dresden Files book Turn Coat (a birthday gift from [livejournal.com profile] teany & [livejournal.com profile] selftoken - THANK YOUU!!!). That's been really holding my interest better than Neal "Off the Rails" Stephenson's The Diamond Age. I don't get it. Snow Crash was SO brilliant, and it just feels like he's so busy playing with his proto-steampunk tropes that he has no concept of plot pacing. And don't get me wrong, the steampunk stuff is fun, but I'm still not drawn in. J claims there's a payoff, I may try to get through it after Dresden.

HIMYM and Gossip Girl were made of win this week, too.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
Mike Mussina to retire.

I must say I'm a tiny bit surprised - he had a solid season last year and seems like he had a better handle on the ball and a better frame of mind on the mound than the year prior. But I suppose it makes sense. I'm a little sad to see him go, really. Mostly because it's the end of an era, kinda.

I will not feel old until Jeter retires, probably. That's going to screw with my head.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
Mike Mussina to retire.

I must say I'm a tiny bit surprised - he had a solid season last year and seems like he had a better handle on the ball and a better frame of mind on the mound than the year prior. But I suppose it makes sense. I'm a little sad to see him go, really. Mostly because it's the end of an era, kinda.

I will not feel old until Jeter retires, probably. That's going to screw with my head.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
Now, let's get one thing perfectly straight - I love the Yankees. Not like, love. They are my team. I am elated when they do well, and disappointed when they do badly, and heartbroken when anyone gets hurt (Posada having to be on the DL? I just, yeah). I get furious when people rip on them for doing well, or for doing badly. I get even angrier when pseudo-intellectuals with too much time on their hands complain about the new stadium that's going up. Sure, blame the politicians for giving them too many breaks, but don't fault the team for asking. Hell, I'll take something for free if I can get it. If someone is going to give me a deep discount on something I want, I'm not going to ask twice.

I try not to play favorites, but I will always have a very soft place in my heart for any member of the core 1990s squad. That doesn't mean I haven't loved some of the new kids they brought in, or warmed to some of the trades (even though I'm still pissed about Tino, I don't begrudge Giambi anymore). I'm steeped in the history, having heard stories all my life about the different squads that my parents saw (and in particularly the Bronx Zoo team). Some of those guys I knew better as announcers, mind you, but I loved them all the same (RIP, Bobby).

Thanks to the generosity of [livejournal.com profile] trebleahead, I've had the privilege of going to more games that I can count. And, the best part was that the lion's share of those games were spent in the bleachers. Beer or no beer, those were some of the best seats in the house for a game, particularly when things were still able to get rowdy. (Though if you have kids, don't sit there. Please. Take the kiddies elsewhere so the rest of us can have fun, okay?) Sadly, the ribald songs and alternative YMCA lyrics have been lighter the few times I've been there, but I'd like to think that they'll survive into the new park.

I wasn't there last night. I don't regret this. I love that park, and I'm happy for every chance I have to go, but I said my goodbyes last season. I didn't need to go for the circus. They've kept the storied field and the monuments in impeccable condition. However, as anyone who has spent any time in the stadium can tell you, everything else is in woeful shape. The infrastructure is crumbling. The bleacher entrance floods in the rain. To rehab the old stadium would have taken 3 years or more, and the Yankees would have had to play somewhere else that entire time. Where would they go? The Meadowlands? The Yankees in Jersey? Perish the thought. I'm trying to keep an open mind about the new park. I can make up my mind when I actually see it. I'm sorry it's not on the exact same spot, but that's the way it goes sometimes.

Still, I did cry when Jeter gave his lovely speech. Mostly, because he looked a bit choked up himself. And considering how many hours and years he's logged in that park, I can't blame him - the guy is pure Yankees - the captain, and the anchor. I can share the nostalgia with him, the guys on the team, the guys in the booth (except those fuckers from ESPN, they can go to hell), the grounds crew, even the other bleacher-creatures and long-time season ticket holders. Or people who hardly got to chance to go to the games, but never missed them on the TV or the radio. It's bugging me that people who have usually never given three shits about the Yankees (even during their amazing World Series streak) are getting all choked up and nostalgic about this place going away. That's what you get with media hype, I suppose. All the hangers-on and tail-coaters who want to be part of something special, even though they couldn't have been bothered during any other point, even though they will SWEAR up and down that they've always, always been fans. The same ones who wrinkle up their nose in confusion when you talk about Thurman Munson, or think that Donnie Baseball is the name of the Yankee mascot. Sure, you've always been a fan, and you're going to prove that today by spamming various [livejournal.com profile] newyorkers communities with photos and testimonials of what you remember. Which is probably doesn't amount to much. I didn't need to be wedged in with a bunch of posers there for the "historical event," so that they could be part of something. If I'd known that it was just a regular game amongst the regular die-hards, I would have tried to get in to go. But it wasn't, and I don't regret missing it all that much.

I loved that place. I would get excited every time I saw the building, be it from a distance on the Deegan or as I walked up River Avenue to head in for a game. But as much as I love it, I understand that it's time to let it go. And it doesn't matter if you were at the first game or the last game - if you were there, if you paid attention, if you realized what you were seeing, then it will never leave you. Old stadium or new, you can't change what the Yankees have been or the Yankees are. They can play anywhere and they are still the same amazing team that has a history unlike any other. Tradition is more than just a pile of bricks - it's something intangible. The tangible things come and go, but the rest you can't lose. The memories will always be there.
offbalance: (yankees by oatmeal_cookie)
Now, let's get one thing perfectly straight - I love the Yankees. Not like, love. They are my team. I am elated when they do well, and disappointed when they do badly, and heartbroken when anyone gets hurt (Posada having to be on the DL? I just, yeah). I get furious when people rip on them for doing well, or for doing badly. I get even angrier when pseudo-intellectuals with too much time on their hands complain about the new stadium that's going up. Sure, blame the politicians for giving them too many breaks, but don't fault the team for asking. Hell, I'll take something for free if I can get it. If someone is going to give me a deep discount on something I want, I'm not going to ask twice.

I try not to play favorites, but I will always have a very soft place in my heart for any member of the core 1990s squad. That doesn't mean I haven't loved some of the new kids they brought in, or warmed to some of the trades (even though I'm still pissed about Tino, I don't begrudge Giambi anymore). I'm steeped in the history, having heard stories all my life about the different squads that my parents saw (and in particularly the Bronx Zoo team). Some of those guys I knew better as announcers, mind you, but I loved them all the same (RIP, Bobby).

Thanks to the generosity of [livejournal.com profile] trebleahead, I've had the privilege of going to more games that I can count. And, the best part was that the lion's share of those games were spent in the bleachers. Beer or no beer, those were some of the best seats in the house for a game, particularly when things were still able to get rowdy. (Though if you have kids, don't sit there. Please. Take the kiddies elsewhere so the rest of us can have fun, okay?) Sadly, the ribald songs and alternative YMCA lyrics have been lighter the few times I've been there, but I'd like to think that they'll survive into the new park.

I wasn't there last night. I don't regret this. I love that park, and I'm happy for every chance I have to go, but I said my goodbyes last season. I didn't need to go for the circus. They've kept the storied field and the monuments in impeccable condition. However, as anyone who has spent any time in the stadium can tell you, everything else is in woeful shape. The infrastructure is crumbling. The bleacher entrance floods in the rain. To rehab the old stadium would have taken 3 years or more, and the Yankees would have had to play somewhere else that entire time. Where would they go? The Meadowlands? The Yankees in Jersey? Perish the thought. I'm trying to keep an open mind about the new park. I can make up my mind when I actually see it. I'm sorry it's not on the exact same spot, but that's the way it goes sometimes.

Still, I did cry when Jeter gave his lovely speech. Mostly, because he looked a bit choked up himself. And considering how many hours and years he's logged in that park, I can't blame him - the guy is pure Yankees - the captain, and the anchor. I can share the nostalgia with him, the guys on the team, the guys in the booth (except those fuckers from ESPN, they can go to hell), the grounds crew, even the other bleacher-creatures and long-time season ticket holders. Or people who hardly got to chance to go to the games, but never missed them on the TV or the radio. It's bugging me that people who have usually never given three shits about the Yankees (even during their amazing World Series streak) are getting all choked up and nostalgic about this place going away. That's what you get with media hype, I suppose. All the hangers-on and tail-coaters who want to be part of something special, even though they couldn't have been bothered during any other point, even though they will SWEAR up and down that they've always, always been fans. The same ones who wrinkle up their nose in confusion when you talk about Thurman Munson, or think that Donnie Baseball is the name of the Yankee mascot. Sure, you've always been a fan, and you're going to prove that today by spamming various [livejournal.com profile] newyorkers communities with photos and testimonials of what you remember. Which is probably doesn't amount to much. I didn't need to be wedged in with a bunch of posers there for the "historical event," so that they could be part of something. If I'd known that it was just a regular game amongst the regular die-hards, I would have tried to get in to go. But it wasn't, and I don't regret missing it all that much.

I loved that place. I would get excited every time I saw the building, be it from a distance on the Deegan or as I walked up River Avenue to head in for a game. But as much as I love it, I understand that it's time to let it go. And it doesn't matter if you were at the first game or the last game - if you were there, if you paid attention, if you realized what you were seeing, then it will never leave you. Old stadium or new, you can't change what the Yankees have been or the Yankees are. They can play anywhere and they are still the same amazing team that has a history unlike any other. Tradition is more than just a pile of bricks - it's something intangible. The tangible things come and go, but the rest you can't lose. The memories will always be there.

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