Saturday, September 18, 2004
Aargh, so tired. But I will stay awake, because ESPN is doing 'Which Curse is Worse: Cubs or Red Sox?' and I need to see what the final decision it is. I have to say that, right now, it looks like the Cubs are more cursed... but really. A goat? We have the noble Curse of the Bambino, and they. have. a. goat. How... rare.
Anyways, Red Sox beat the Yankees earlier tonight, much to my glee. The rain delay ended up working out nicely, because it meant that the game was on after I got back for the evening. Manny's grab in the stands to take the homerun away was stunning. I actually had to watch the replay a couple of times before it truly penetrated my brain that he had grabbed the ball. The announcers seemed amazed that the fans had let him get away with it. I suppose the shock of the whole play happening so quickly might have frozen them in their seats. One cannot help but think, however, that if it had been Jeter or somesuch creature leaping into a crowd at Fenway, he would have at least departed the stands with a beer-drenched hat. Whether this reflects poorly or well on Sox fans is a matter for debate :) .
I would like to mention that watching Dave Roberts run is like watching poetry in motion. Really, really fast motion. With a lot of slider dirt stains on its pants. Arroyo's hair is sort of starting to grow on me (not literally, not literally). And he is kind of cute, in a has-a-really-goofy-pitching-form sort of way. Millar's 'beard', though.... no. Just no. That has to be done away with, preferable right this very second.
I have nothing more profound to say. If you want actual good writing about this game, check out Surviving Grady or Cursed and First.
Barry Bonds, 700. Mmmhmm. They cut away from the Sox/Yanks game to show it live. Wouldn't you just love to be the fan who caught that ball? So it's just Bonds, Aaron, and Ruth. Good for Barry Bonds, good for the Giants, hooray for a feel-good day for baseball fans everywhere.
Lowe is pitching tomorrow. Meep meep meep eep eep. Someone needs to do some fast and sincere praying.
Oh wow. This kid named George who lives on my floor just knocked on my door and asked where I 'got that picture of Joey Harrington'. Took me a minute to realize what he was talking about. He meant this one:
The reason I didn't immediately realize what he meant was because I didn't 'get' it anywhere. I knocked it up on Adobe Illustrator last year. Heh. He actually wanted me to email him the file so that he could have a copy. I think all the crap I have taped on my door has induced more conversations than any other single thing this year.
A few nights ago one of the moron girls in the art school ran over a baby deer on her way back from North Campus. Apparently the mother deer hung around for a while trying to get into the road to get to the baby, and had to be chased away by some people who saw the accident and pulled over so that she wouldn't go running into the street too.
A couple of days after this event (which has been widely discussed up North) I walked into my bio lecture. Upon the professor's desk I beheld a deer. A baby deer. A dead, stuffed, stiff baby deer, lying prone across the entire top of the desk. With cotton stuffing coming out of its eyeholes. Apparently the very same deer that met its untimely demise under the wheels of a rubber-cement-crazed art student. It was so simultaneously horrible and hilarious that I spent the entire class choking on suppressed laughter.
Saw Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow today with Heather and Carla. We had to go all the way out to Ypsi to get a theater that was playing it, but it was worth it. Visually a delightful confection of a movie. The outline blur was a little disorienting in the opening sequence, but after a while you didn't even notice that everything was digital, since it was stylized so as to minimize it. There wasn't really much in the way of plot, but so long as you weren't expecting it, it didn't much matter. The whole thing had a kind of 'comic book story' feel to it... stuff happens just to get cool scenes, very little backstory, etc. Didn't bother me, though.
Gwenyth Paltrow was pretty horrible, but it was hard to tell if this was her acting or the fact that her character was so infinitely annoying that you just wanted her to fall off into the air by the middle of the movie. Jude Law was... Jude Law. His acting was stylized enough to work elegantly with the visual stylings of the rest of the movie. Angelina Jolie should have been in it more, she was much more delightfully sharp in her role than Paltrow was. Giovanni Ribisi was well-suited to his part.
God, just announce the verdict already, ESPN. So exhausted. And I washed my sheets this morning, so I am very excited to get to sleep in squeaky clean glory. I have to get up relatively early tomorrow for the football game at noon. I'm meeting Beth at her apartment at 11, and we're supposed to meet up with Ann (our RA from last year) and some other friend of Beth's for the walk down. We're playing San Diego State, at home, so if we lose this game I might have to stab a hotdog through my eye or do some equally desperate act.
Sunday! Lions/Houston at 1! Pats/Cardinals at 4:15! Hopefully the Pats game will be on here. But the Lions will be, in any event. I would like to see them win again. That would be a very nice thing indeed. I am going to post the Lions song every time they win a game this year. With any luck, you'll be seeing that damn song all over this here 'publication' in the coming weeks and months.
Oh good, they're making each member of the jury give a reason for which team they chose as having the worst curse. For cat's sake, people. Just give us a verdict. Wow. Wow. A stunning majority of 11-1 chose the Red Sox as having the Worst Curse. Does this mean the Red Sox won or lost? Hmm. Either way, now I can go to sleep.
A couple of quotes from the TV baseball watching of the night--
One of the ESPN Baseball Tonight announcers: "What Ken Casey is to the Dropkick Murphys, Johnny Damon is to the Red Sox." I'm not entirely sure what he meant by that, but it sure sounds good...
Former infamous Sox pitcher Bill "the Spaceman" Lee: "When that ball went through Buckner's legs, 200,000 New Englanders hit the pavement. *thoughtful pause* That's why we have a generation of brain-dead people."