Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Yesterday, during the ESPN broadcast of the Sox game, the announcers mentioned the Kevin Youkilis as the 'Greek God of Walks' thing. They paused to either savor or silently mock the phrase, then Miller said, thoughtfully, "He's actually Jewish, you know."
That, and Tony Graffanino's 3-run homer, made the game worthwhile. I could pretend that I hadn't spent part of it flipping back to the Braves game, but no, lies. I'm in denial, maybe, but I'd rather remember Curt-the-starter as the guy who saved our collective posterior last season, not as this shattered wreck of a pitcher. It's not even that he's pitching hurt, because I don't think he is, not anymore. He's been moving around fine and he hasn't been lunging shy of his ankle on pickoff moves or runs to cover first or anything. It's just like something is messed up in his mechanics, in his delivery, and whatever made his pitches move and his control exact, it's just not there anymore.
Anyways, it's probably bad to want to lie down and die after two classes on the first day, right? I mean, this is something that'll get better once I'm into the groove of things and don't have to dash around buying books and supplies between classes, right? Right?
On the plus side, there's actually someone I know in my bio class. Shocking. I always know at least someone in my art classes (unless they're ones I'm making up that I missed due to the dual-degree, in which case they're all freshmen and I feel old and suchlike), but I never know anyone in the big LSA lectures. But I charged into bio today and there was my old friend Helena from freshman year.
OK. Only two more classes to go today. Sadly, that means 6 more hours of classes. Not counting transit. All you people who say you fondly miss college, you can just go shove your head in a toilet. Or Yankee Stadium, whichever's nearer. The effect will be the same.