Friday, September 30, 2005
Things I can't believe
1. David Ortiz. (no words necessary)
2. People who take the elevator down in my dorm. I understand taking it up. I understand taking it down if you're carrying something bulky or have a broken leg or something. But if you're a perfectly able-bodied person with nothing heavier than a backpack on, why would you use the elevator? Why? We're only on the 5th floor. I mean, I get it if you don't want to schlep up the stairs, but to be too lazy to go down... oy.
3. That the season has come down to this. Seriously. What the hell, people? Three game series in Boston, against the Yankees, and it's for the division? The drama is almost absurd. The most insane rivalry in sports, to finish out the regular season. ESPN has probably salivated so much by now over these games that their headquarters are going to slowly float away by the end of the weekend.
4. Adam Vinatieri. (no words necessary)
5. Cadillac Williams. Can't last, right? I mean... nah. Can't last.
6. That Michigan is 2-2 right now and out of the polls for the first time in seventysixbillion years. And is going into Moo U (that being Michigan State) on Saturday. Drew Stanton, urrrrgh.
7. The four-in-hand file. If it is possible to be in love with a bit of tempered steel used to file wood, then I am in love with this four-in-hand.
8. Trotter wearing Kapler's number on his helmet. Too cute. Are they BFF or something? Because I'm pretty sure it's Trot who has the signed shirtless photo in his locker.
9. The Braves. I still can't believe they survived the regular season with that many rookies.
10. The hotness of Brandon Inge's ass. I was at the game on Wednesday night, by the by. We had great seats at one point, because my friend used to work there and had no trouble just walking down to sit two rows above the Tiger dugout. I got some nice shots, and you can see all the photos from that night here.
edit: 11. How awesome Amy is. You guys, she is wicked awesome. I've had a horrible busy week filled with stress and pain and what should I find in my mailbox today but a package of homemade cookies for a belated birthday present from a Sox blogger I've met all of once in Real Life. Talk about glorious. They're ridiculously yummy too.
Baseball blogging, kids: it gets you cookies.