Friday, October 14, 2005
Fantastic thing happened today.
Let me first state that I was, as usual, wearing my beat-up Red Sox hat. I also had on a Red Sox baseball shirt today, you know, all gray with green sleeves and whatnot. So I was pretty visibly Soxed out, as it were.
After wood (I can't... do... frikking... inlays!) I came out of the art building, irritated and bitter with life, which is my usual state of mind around that time of day. A bus pulled up to the busstop, across the street and down a ways, right when I stepped out the door. Cue quiet swearing and a desparate charge down the road.
Of course, the bus closes the doors and pulls away as soon as I pull up sharply at the busstop.
Only, it went a few feet, then stopped.
And opened the doors.
Hardly believing my luck, I raced up and into the bus, along with a few other grateful stragglers. The bus driver was a guy who couldn't have been much older than me-- I'd say 25 at the oldest. As I hauled my sawdust-covered self and handfuls of poorly carved cherry wood bits into a seat, he turned around and peered into the back of the bus until he spotted me.
"Hadda stop!" he yelled back cheerfully. "I saw the Sox stuff in my mirrors!"
Well, hell, if that wasn't the warm-fuzziest moment of the day, I don't know what was. Better even than finally getting to eat (chinese food) in the middle of class at night, as soon as the sun went down.*
I also got asked by 2 professors and 5 art students about the Pierzynski play last night. I'm like the baseball guru of the art school, it is simultaneously sad and hilarious. For the record: he was so very out. Even with the extra-slow-mo-close-up replays the umps are showing around to strengthen their case, I don't think the ball bounced in. Regardless, the way that play was signaled, it ought to have been an out.
Someone, I think it was Roger Clemens, pointed out that it was a pretty hard-thrown fastball, so if it had hit the dirt it would've had a pretty big scuff on it, if anyone had bothered to check, but I'll bet they didn't.
Maybe I'm biased anyways, because I hate AJ Pierzynski for being a jerk behind the plate (he'll holler at hitters while they're batting), a jerk in the clubhouse (the infamous 'blowing off Tomko's desire to study hitters so he could play cards' incident), and something less than a smooth character off the field. But I don't think so. Even if it had been a catcher I'm neutral about like, I dunno, a Molina (take your pick), I would've seen the play the same way.
Speaking of the Molinas! On Wednesday, all three of them were playing at once: Yadier catching for St. Louis, Jose catching and Bengie DHing for the Rally Monkeys. Mama and Papa Molina must've been fairly bursting with pride. Horrible call by the schedulers, though, to have both the ALCS and NLCS games on the same day, at the same time. I ended up watching most of the start of the NLCS, then switching over to the end of the ALCS, but what if both games had been terrifically close? Uncool, MLB.
I'm still not sure what to say about the Red Sox. Things have been so busy, and when they haven't been busy everyone's been talking Michigan football, so I'm still sort of digesting the end of the season. I'm sure I'll post about it soon enough. Right now all I can wrap my brain around is the fact that we need, need to keep Theo, no matter what it takes. Kidnap Lucchino and duct tape him to the inside of David Ortiz's closet, I don't care. Keep Theo.
Oh, and an IMPORTANT NOTE for you Michigan Wolverines fans out there who, like me, will go to the rest of this season's home games anyways, because we may no longer actually have a season, but by god, it's Michigan football still.
This Saturday, the U of M athletic department is instituting a Maize Out. This is very simple. Wear yellow. If you've got a yellow jacket, wear it. If you've got a yellow sweatshirt, wear it. If you haven't got those things, wear a yellow tshirt with a longsleeve shirt under it, and if you're a Michigan fan who hasn't got a yellow tshirt you, my friend, have some serious issues. This is not just for students, although I'm sure the email I got about it went around only to student season ticket holders... they mentioned that they want EVERYONE to participate.
So, for the sake of team spirit, and looking cool on TV, and making Joe Paterno think his eyes have gone hooey, break out your Maize finery for Saturday afternoon. Please. It'll give me something to photograph other than the pathetic product on the field.
*Yes, mom, I did fast. Don't worry though, I made my buddy Tim do the bandsaw cutting I needed to do in wood, so I wouldn't fall over and take my nose off on the blade or something. And don't I just love a schedule that requires me to be in class from 7-10 at night? Yes. I surely do. *twitch*