Irregular heart beats? Possible cancer? Are we in a hospital or Fenway Park?
Good news: Papi checked out okay. He spent two days getting his heart tested for irregular beats at Mass General and was released last night. Phew! If there's anything good that can come out of this season, it's his race for the Red Sox single season homerun record. Foxx's record is 50. Papi currently has 47. He is expected to be back on the field next week.
Bad news: Our promising 22-year-old starter, Jon Lester, has enlarged lymph nodes. He started complaining about having a sore back and hasn't pitched in weeks. The news broke yesterday that he could have more than just a bad back. He could have cancer!! So sad!! Of course, this is the worst case scenario, but it's still pretty scary to even think of it as a possibility.
I've never been one to give up, but I think the Sox should just scrap the rest of the season and give their players a headstart on recovering. I mean, let's run down the list of the injured: Tim Wakefield, Matt Clement, Lester, Lenny Dinardo, Jason Varitek, Doug Mirabelli, Ortiz, Alex Gonzalez, Manny Ramirez, Coco Crisp, Trot Nixon, and Wily Mo Pena. Four are pitchers, two are catchers, four are outfielders, one is our shortstop and the other is our MVP.
Going to the game tonight and I have no idea who's going to be on the field. Guess I'm going to have to learn my friend Katie Belle's art of being at the game without actually watching the game.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Hands down, worst summer ever!...
...Weather-wise that is. I mean honestly!! Was I really forced to wear socks to bed last night because I was that cold? For the last three days now it's been nothing but rainy and cold. Temps are in the mid-70s, but it feels a lot cooler. What gives?
First, we have essentially no spring with five-weeks of rain in May-June. Then we have a month-long, scorching heatwave through July. Two weeks of glorious weather followed at the beginning of August. Now, we have this.
Summer's almost over, yet it already feels like Fall around here. Don't get me wrong. Fall is actually my favorite season in Boston. Leaves changing, crisp air, sweaters and jeans, football. It's great. But it's still August, at least for one more day, and quite frankly, I'd like it to feel that way. Is that too much to ask? (Insert smart-ass comments from West Coast readers here).
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Gearing up for poker night tonight at our Southie pad. Should be a blast. Roommie and me played last week at her friend's place and I won a whopping $20!! I'm hoping for a better showing with the homefield advantage and all.
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22 days and counting until my Vegas trip!! Woohoo!!
First, we have essentially no spring with five-weeks of rain in May-June. Then we have a month-long, scorching heatwave through July. Two weeks of glorious weather followed at the beginning of August. Now, we have this.
Summer's almost over, yet it already feels like Fall around here. Don't get me wrong. Fall is actually my favorite season in Boston. Leaves changing, crisp air, sweaters and jeans, football. It's great. But it's still August, at least for one more day, and quite frankly, I'd like it to feel that way. Is that too much to ask? (Insert smart-ass comments from West Coast readers here).
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Gearing up for poker night tonight at our Southie pad. Should be a blast. Roommie and me played last week at her friend's place and I won a whopping $20!! I'm hoping for a better showing with the homefield advantage and all.
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22 days and counting until my Vegas trip!! Woohoo!!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
The saga continues.
So, after nine days of no dialog with Dennis, I receive yet another text. This after I rejected his two text requests to see me last week.
Here's his latest text: "Thinking about going to the Sox game on Thursday. Any plans?"
I responded via text: "Already going with the girls. Too bad the Sox suck." He wrote back: "Yeah, they do suck. Maybe I could meet you for drinks. kit." (short for keep in touch, of course).
Ahhhh, how bout no, Scott!! (or Dennis). I didn't respond.
Is it just me or is this kid a little nuts? Whatever his mental state, I think it's very clear he has no idea what he's doing with regards to women and relationships. I don't want to bash the kid, but I don't want to coddle him either. If I just ignore him, that's going to create an uncomfortable environment inside the Cask 'n Flagon. I guess that's why I've responded to the texts, but they've been as brief and un-flirty as possible.
It's just bizarre to me that after nine days of not talking to each other, he continues to text to ask me out. Not that I'm interested anymore, but seriously, why hasn't he picked up the phone to call me and ask me out. If he really is interested in seeing me, shouldn't he be interested in catching up?
Long story short, I think the kid likes the idea of dating someone, but doesn't quite know how to do it. He likes me perhaps because I'm so chill, but what he needs to realize is that the reason I'm so chill is because I have NO INTEREST IN SEEING HIM SOCIALLY ANYMORE.
If he does show up at the Cask on Thursday, because I really am going to the game, I'm not quite sure how to handle it. I'm a little too much of an adult to ignore him, but I don't want to lie. I feel like hearing what turns me off about him might help him in the long run. I'm pretty sure he might start to cry, though. God, guys suck!!
Here's his latest text: "Thinking about going to the Sox game on Thursday. Any plans?"
I responded via text: "Already going with the girls. Too bad the Sox suck." He wrote back: "Yeah, they do suck. Maybe I could meet you for drinks. kit." (short for keep in touch, of course).
Ahhhh, how bout no, Scott!! (or Dennis). I didn't respond.
Is it just me or is this kid a little nuts? Whatever his mental state, I think it's very clear he has no idea what he's doing with regards to women and relationships. I don't want to bash the kid, but I don't want to coddle him either. If I just ignore him, that's going to create an uncomfortable environment inside the Cask 'n Flagon. I guess that's why I've responded to the texts, but they've been as brief and un-flirty as possible.
It's just bizarre to me that after nine days of not talking to each other, he continues to text to ask me out. Not that I'm interested anymore, but seriously, why hasn't he picked up the phone to call me and ask me out. If he really is interested in seeing me, shouldn't he be interested in catching up?
Long story short, I think the kid likes the idea of dating someone, but doesn't quite know how to do it. He likes me perhaps because I'm so chill, but what he needs to realize is that the reason I'm so chill is because I have NO INTEREST IN SEEING HIM SOCIALLY ANYMORE.
If he does show up at the Cask on Thursday, because I really am going to the game, I'm not quite sure how to handle it. I'm a little too much of an adult to ignore him, but I don't want to lie. I feel like hearing what turns me off about him might help him in the long run. I'm pretty sure he might start to cry, though. God, guys suck!!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Shame spiral
I'm officially done. Seriously. No, seriously!! Hate that I have three games left to go to, including this Thursday.
How does a team just buckle like this? Sure, there's nothing really left to play for, but the team shouldn't be thinking that too!! First, Manny doesn't slide into third base on Saturday night and gets called out, ending a rally, and then he shows up on Sunday afternoon and tells Tito he doesn't want to play that day because his hammy is sore.
Sure, it's "Manny being Manny" at it's best, but this is where I draw the line. The guy's punking out. He doesn't want to play because he doesn't see the point. There's a little more than a month left to go in the season, but he's done now.
Thanks, Manny. These actions are exactly what I would expect from a World Series MVP. Thanks.
How does a team just buckle like this? Sure, there's nothing really left to play for, but the team shouldn't be thinking that too!! First, Manny doesn't slide into third base on Saturday night and gets called out, ending a rally, and then he shows up on Sunday afternoon and tells Tito he doesn't want to play that day because his hammy is sore.
Sure, it's "Manny being Manny" at it's best, but this is where I draw the line. The guy's punking out. He doesn't want to play because he doesn't see the point. There's a little more than a month left to go in the season, but he's done now.
Thanks, Manny. These actions are exactly what I would expect from a World Series MVP. Thanks.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Another one bites the dust.
So, I think this thing with Dennis is over before it really even began. What gave it away? The fact that I haven't blogged at all about the dates we've had?
Long story short, the guy has issues, which we all do. But this isn't something I should be discovering on the first or second date. This is supposed to be the fun time. When we laugh, joke, flirt, and of course, make out profusely (sorry Mom). Well, it's pretty hard to get all worked up to kiss someone when they're constantly talking about how much they hate their life and how they don't know what they want to do and wah, wah, wah, wah. It's come up on both our dates and then again when I saw him on Sunday before the Sox/Yankees game. He just seems really emotionally unstable and has exhibited some symptoms of perhaps being bi-polar. One minute, he's cute, sweet, and totally in to me. The next, he's drowning his sorrows over a beer and hardly paying any attention to me. It's just too much drama too soon and I'm over it.
Some other reasons?
- He texts me to ask me out. Never calls.
- He asked me to go to the Sox game, but didn't have tickets. Something I learned the day before our first date. I end up going online all day to try to find some and ultimately call my ticket guy.
- Everytime I've tried to talk about something serious, he starts to dish and then says "I don't really want to talk about it."
- He admits to me that he's been "spoken to" at one of the bars he works at for drinking on the job and that he's "on the list" of people to watch at his other bar gig.
- One of his co-workers tells me after our first date that he has "issues with women."
Are you getting the picture now? Am I overreacting? Would you continue to see this guy? Cuz I wouldn't. No matter how cute he is. Just not worth it.
Long story short, the guy has issues, which we all do. But this isn't something I should be discovering on the first or second date. This is supposed to be the fun time. When we laugh, joke, flirt, and of course, make out profusely (sorry Mom). Well, it's pretty hard to get all worked up to kiss someone when they're constantly talking about how much they hate their life and how they don't know what they want to do and wah, wah, wah, wah. It's come up on both our dates and then again when I saw him on Sunday before the Sox/Yankees game. He just seems really emotionally unstable and has exhibited some symptoms of perhaps being bi-polar. One minute, he's cute, sweet, and totally in to me. The next, he's drowning his sorrows over a beer and hardly paying any attention to me. It's just too much drama too soon and I'm over it.
Some other reasons?
- He texts me to ask me out. Never calls.
- He asked me to go to the Sox game, but didn't have tickets. Something I learned the day before our first date. I end up going online all day to try to find some and ultimately call my ticket guy.
- Everytime I've tried to talk about something serious, he starts to dish and then says "I don't really want to talk about it."
- He admits to me that he's been "spoken to" at one of the bars he works at for drinking on the job and that he's "on the list" of people to watch at his other bar gig.
- One of his co-workers tells me after our first date that he has "issues with women."
Are you getting the picture now? Am I overreacting? Would you continue to see this guy? Cuz I wouldn't. No matter how cute he is. Just not worth it.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Phew!
Good news. I still have a job!!
Today, everyone is being called in for individual “informational meetings” with our managing editor and our editor-in-chief. Basically, you find out today whether you still have a job. I do.
Apparently, they’ve hired someone from one of the other companies to be the “Sr. Sports Editor” and I will be his right-hand man…or woman. I was happy to hear this, but also a little disappointed that I wasn’t considered for the Sr. position. Then again, I’m not really management material. I like to be among the people…except when it comes to beer at Fenway. I liked being a VIP. (Yeah, still harping about that).
Anyway, they tell me that this Sr. Editor and I will basically be working together to layout the new sports department. So, I guess technically, I’m a manager to some extent. I told them I’d like to have input with regards to the towns I cover and they said I would. They really didn’t have all the details mapped out yet, but I guess that’s what I’ll be figuring out with this Sr. guy within the next month. Flippin sweet!!
Today, everyone is being called in for individual “informational meetings” with our managing editor and our editor-in-chief. Basically, you find out today whether you still have a job. I do.
Apparently, they’ve hired someone from one of the other companies to be the “Sr. Sports Editor” and I will be his right-hand man…or woman. I was happy to hear this, but also a little disappointed that I wasn’t considered for the Sr. position. Then again, I’m not really management material. I like to be among the people…except when it comes to beer at Fenway. I liked being a VIP. (Yeah, still harping about that).
Anyway, they tell me that this Sr. Editor and I will basically be working together to layout the new sports department. So, I guess technically, I’m a manager to some extent. I told them I’d like to have input with regards to the towns I cover and they said I would. They really didn’t have all the details mapped out yet, but I guess that’s what I’ll be figuring out with this Sr. guy within the next month. Flippin sweet!!
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