someone's got a case of the fuck you's

no amount of coffee or b vitamins is going to fix the feeling of today. monday. and i can't tell if it's raining or snowing, it looks like both. i stared at my boots for a good fifteen minutes before i decided to put them on. i feel as healthy as the yankees starting rotation. i'm sure they're on the phone to clemens, but i wonder what other ex-yankee aces they should be calling, is whitey ford still alive? i know i was in bed for a majority of the night but i can't remember ever being asleep. the game plan is to just drag myself into work. do what i got to do and get back home and back in bed. like the day didn't exist at all. my cold is officially time- sharing in my head. it comes for a couple days, leaves, and comes back a couple weeks later. what the fuckity- fuck???

more random thoughts from a sunday night to expand upon monday morning...

• i have this head cold with claws- i basically feel like i've been underwater for ten days now.

• finally had a quiet sunday where i could sit and watch a yankees games, pitch for pitch, but there is something about games in oakland that bore me beyond belief. coupled with the lifeless commentary of ken singleton and john flaherty, i think i was actually dead for awhile there, legally deceased. finally in the seventh the game gets interesting, and i'm all set for a mariano 1,2,3 ninth inning, and he blows it. i miss those automatic days. before the last game of the '01 series. he's still one of the best closers in baseball, but now i watch with doubt. and i sure hope jeter or arod knows how to pitch- with mussina, pavano, wang, all on the DL. what the fuck next?

• this winter has some god damned claws. april the 16th and out the window i see a pretty heavy snow falling. 6-8 inches by noon. sounds about right. it's just a reminder that i have to do better. that's it's time to do something worthwhile. as if anyone could define what that is?

drmysterioso- our ladies for you

my god, my good sweet lord, always allows a second chance, and a recompense for what's done. but
"i was drunk" will no longer be an available excuse for me. it's fun when things finally turn around. and i get a day or two off to look at it all. examine. admire. think about getting a paycheck next week and my plan to go to a real barbershop for a fresh cut and a professional shave. I've heard that any self respecting male should get a professional shave at least once a month. i don't know. things to do. not really. pay my brother back. some housework, painting and such. i am going to save some money and move this whole show in a better direction. no more ships to sink. it's just about finding something to let this light fill this room and appreciate it for once. we're not kids anymore. to be continued...

if i had more time...

...i'd be able to sit and watch evry episode of The Mighty Boosh. where was this show while i was getting high???

neglect

It's been rather nice the last two nights to come home from work and see the Yankees soundly stomping on the Minnesota Twins.

But then there's this Bartles and James thing. Which kept my drunk mind occupied for much of the winter, and now which I think I'm just completely neglecting.

These are the in between times. Where I'm working but not making any money. Where it's spring but still snowing outside. Where I've had to pack away most of my unreasonable notions in order to be able to work nicely with people during the day. (did i mention yet that I am the "white guy" at work. the one and only and it's great.)

So, hopefully sometime soon here I'll be able to watch more than just the ninth inning of a game, and think of something to post to this blog better than neglect...

The Dice Man/Beckett/The Future

Well, well....looks like Matsusaka had a pretty solid performance. To be honest I kind of expected that but what really surprised me was Beckett's performance the night previous. Just to give a little background Beckett threw predominately fastballs all last year, the rest of the AL hitters figured this out before the all-star break but Beckett continued to try and smoke the ball past people, which he has the ability to do, but he gave up a crazy number of homers too. And on a cold night game, the guy comes out and throws mostly slow stuff, impressive.



Between Papelbon in the pen, and those two guys looking like they'll be pretty solid for the next 3-4 years, they are under contract until then, we have some solid young pitching goin' on. Unfortunately, Shilling, Wakefield, and Tavares are a combined 120 years old.



Well, things could be worse.....



Thanks for the good times Randy.

today is a rain-out....

***
Today is christmas morning- waking up with snow on the ground april 5th- what the fuck?
i'll do my best to get drunk this weekend and update this bartles and james thing...

opening day in 2 different ways

1.yankees win. red sox lose.

2.within two hours of starting my new job i had sliced my thumb open with a utility knife blade that was in my wallet. then i had to explain to people why i keep utility knife blades in my wallet. (because i used to work somewhere that people kept taking the new ones, and in order to be assured that i always have a new one- i keep one in my wallet. but i also forgot that fact as i was reaching into my wallet looking for a quarter for the vending machine...)
then i had to tell a bunch of people that i was not a hemophiliac, even though i might be, i mean i sure do bleed all over the place. but i'll survive. i just have a tendency of doing something stupid on first days of work when i'd prefer to just be quiet. but then i got high on those great fumes that come off of wet floor wax and i thought buddhist thoughts like i used to at adidas- laughing to myself for no apparent reason eating cashews and reading fashion magazines. what a life this is.

R.I.P. Danny boy

Greece man dies after crash

He seemed OK at accident scene, but died hours later at hospital
Alan Morrell Staff writer

(March 31, 2007) — GREECE — A Greece man who died in a crash early Friday had gotten out of his damaged vehicle and was walking around and talking before he collapsed and succumbed to his injuries.
Daniel Hutchings, 27, was southbound on Dewey Avenue when his car slammed into a utility pole at McGuire Road about 12:15 a.m., said police Lt. Steve Chatterton.
"He got out of the car by himself," said Chatterton, who was at the scene."He was talking to ambulance people. He sat on the ground, he was talking to eyewitnesses."
Thinking the crash was not that serious, Chatterton left the scene.He got a call a short time later, indicating Hutchings had died at Strong Memorial Hospital, where he was taken for treatment and observation.
"I was shocked," Chatterton said."From the damage on the car, all the damage was on the passenger side. The driver's side was pretty intact."Hutchings apparently was not wearing a seatbelt, police said.
The Monroe County Medical Examiner's Office is investigating the cause of death



***i was really deeply saddened by this yesterday. but after reading the obit today i just feel sick to my stomach. somehow an obit makes it real. but i was laughing a bit thinking about how pissed he was that i was quitting the bowling team. it was like i was breaking up the beatles or something. shit- that had to be like 8th or 9th grade. he will be missed...

Andrew Dice K

Brain Not Working...All Body Functions Shutting Down

bad omens

I believe in bad omens. The Yankees starting Carl Pavano opening day feels like one of them. Didn't he miss a whole season because he hurt his ass? Hasn't he made a shitload of money doing absolutely nothing over the past couple years? I'd rather see Cory Lidle pitch opening day... Is Ugueth Urbina available??? Why don't they go find Sydney Ponson again, that worked out so fucking great last year...

if this is the only thing i accomplish today i think i will be satisfied...

Told You So

Word out of Sox camp this week is that J.P. will be the closer this year regardless of what doctors have to say about his shoulder. The one missing part to this years roster was the closer position, looks like we are all good now. Is it Opening Day yet?

comments that consist of random letters or the phrase "baba booey" will not be tolerated at Bartles and James. Thank You and Godspeed...

congradualtaions!!!

to who? to me!!!!

whatever will become of bartles and james now that i am employed??? has it really been THAT long that i've been out of work??? isn't that why i started this. for something to do beyond talking to myself... bartles and james is certainly going through some changes. cleaner. simpler. and a lot less drunk. and nine days till real baseball. and anyone who wonders:

"where will the rocket land"

is a friend of mine....

and remember dear, sweet pilgrims-

that god always offers a second chance

even if it's only in your head..

fuck face

what is it, like 9 days till opening day??? and i can't wait for the return of Baseball Tonight, it's my holy mass, i worship every night at 10 and 12!!!

random bits from a sunday night to expand upon monday morning

1. that stupid fucking Wimbledon movie is on again. i won't be tricked into watching this movie again. there is something disturbing about kirsten dunst's head

2. the notebook i keep on the table next to my bed was damaged by a glass of iced tea knocked over in the middle of the night. there was a dream in there where i was in a vin diesel movie about renegade tow truck drivers. i was "the criminal with the guilty conscience". somehow the "big heist" of this movie involved illegally towing people's cars and selling their ipods and jackets. even in my dreams i can't be a real bad ass. i need some kind of a water bottle with a spill proof top for keeping fluids (which are vital for above mentioned middle of the night) next to my bed

3. i need to delve into the chicago cubs and that whole shitload of history/ failure/goat luck.
this is what i will do on monday



4. ***(ended up watching that stupid fucking wimbledon movie. again. kirsten dunst is hot, even with that misshapen skull of hers)

The Fens

I love you Fenway, don't ever change....well a glass dome would BE cool.

...on the subject of trash.

why even bother worrying about the creeps in the Fenway stands when there are creeps fighting elderly men right out on the field. boston, nothing but class...

and by the way,

Yankees fans don't need to make predictions. excellence is a given - never a guess.