I went to see the Red Sox play in Phoenix the other night... thanks to nonstop for organizing the trip. We had seats right above the Red Sox bullpen. It was a blowout win, starting with Lugo's leadoff homer. As any fan knows, this is the only sort of game to watch your team play and keep your blood pressure at reasonable levels.
Before the game, Ortiz - a giant black guy with a Dominican accent who scowls murder at opposing pitchers and hugs everyone on his own team - came out and had this little white guy stretch him.
Yeah, I'd be that little white guy.
Song of the Day: The Dropkick Murphys - Tessie
It's true... it's not actually the date listed above. But I have some things to say about a concert on this day (and I only figured out the date by checking the timestamp on the above drunken text message).
I love live music. I'll see almost anyone live, and I'll probably have a good time even if they play sad bastard music, or just plain suck. But the Hold Steady is my current favorite band to see live. I've seen them every time they've hit Tucson, and I'm thankful to have managed it.
Still, the crowds at these shows are generally filled by single young white guys... I don't have a clear explanation, but I've been throwing that around in my head in the weeks since.
Song of the Day: the Hold Steady - Stevie Nix
This post is dedicated to my dear friend and brewing partner Surly Barnacle. Recently he remarked, why does [action] get to have these things happen to him?
This is my favorite thing to hear, ever. And I probably spend most of the time watching my life as a spectator, without a clue on why things happen. Almost everyone seems to be nice to me, all the time. Except for the Surly Barnacle. He's always right to me, without bothering to be nice to me. Hence his extreme value as a friend.
Song of the Day: Beastie Boys - Professor Booty
Another casualty to the Arizona sun.
Nop.bot likes to follow the little Asian* lady strategy. According to him: see, the way I figure it, walking around with an umbrella isn't going to prevent me from having sex. the girls that wouldn't have sex with me because I carry an umbrella wouldn't have sex with me anyway. as long as I live my life by this principle, I figure I'm doing pretty good.
Song of the Day: Neil Young - Come on Baby, Let's Go Downtown
* By the way, is this PC? Apparently Oriental is no longer appropriate... is that true? Anyway, I attribute umbrellas to Chinese and Japanese women both. I guess that might make me a racist anyway, so maybe I can use any racial descriptor I damn well please.
I was reading the New Yorker when I came across this lovely little gem. Now the poems in the New Yorker are usually unimpressive (they just have no rhythm, said the old guy in my last community theater play)... but this one was ridiculous. Your aluminum softball baseball bat drooped like a penis when you saw your abusive dad? That's not just a shitty forced metaphor, it's also not even that interesting. It reminds me of a guy I know, who we'll call bi, who just sent me a text message. Bi's effort to be interesting is to be shocking. While this is fun from a distance, it doesn't hold up one-on-one. Insert your forced penis metaphor here.
Lately I've been noticing that some of the articles in the New Yorker are actually bad. I can't tell if this is some sort of graduation on my part, finally rising beyond simple worship of the magazine's liberal elitism and show of polish... or if I've read so much that I've grown too elitist.
Song of the Day: Beastie Boys - The New Style
This weekend...
Friday: Enjoying the newly smoke-free bars, med students, the old man going toe-to-toe
Saturday: Red Elvises (above)
Sunday: BBQ, and the cherry wheat isn't that bad
It's gonna be a good summer. Although one of the med students did inform us fellas that we're 5 times more likely to get throat cancer from giving oral sex to women than from smoking. That's unfortunate.
Song of the Day: Spoon - I Turn My Camera On
Yeah, it's back. I'll be posting again more regularly, though maybe to the tune of 3-4 times a week, rather than every day.
Here are 10 things I've done since my last post, in no particular order:
1. Made (and ate) pie
2. Watched meth addicts awkwardly dance at a folk festival
3. Gone to court fully intending to fight a ticket, then pleaded "responsible" and paid it anyway
4. Saw a musical satire of Pirates ofthe Carribbean
5. Threw two hammers in a frisbee league game (and was the only person on the team to throw any at all)
6. Spent an afternoon trying to clean & fix my bike, mainly resulting in streams of curses and getting covered in grease
7. Listened to my beloved Red Sox almost every day while they turned the Yankees and others into their personal bitches
8. Brewed a cherry wheat beer, which actually seems to far exceed our expectations as solely a device for scamming on teenage girls
9. Insisted on splitting up instead of doing the long-distance thing with a girlfriend of 1-2 months as she moved away for the summer (technically, she [at least initially] wanted to avoid the long-distance connection thing too)
10. Been caught flagrantly breaking the law at a Bright Eyes show, but was too intoxicated to care, even while the man let me walk
Song of the Day: Neil Young - Revolution Blues
