the youth movement begins today

i was happy that A-Rod got to have "his" night last night. the ceremony was the clusterfuck that more or less his career has been, so that was fitting. he got a RBI double in the first inning and actually contributed for the first time in ages. he also got to play 3rd base for the first time in over a year for one batter. the best part of it all was the Yankees won their 3rd in a row, 6-3. now today, the youth movement finally begins. the Yankees called up Tyler Austin and Aaron Judge for today's game. i'm fucking thrilled to finally see some of the prospects play in the majors. and hopefully they do well enough that the relics they are replacing are never heard from again. they are also honoring the 1996 team today. hopefully some of that magic rubs off on the kids.

the Cypress Hill concert i watched last night certainly brought back some memories from my youth. it also reminded me how much i miss smoking weed.

the Premier League started off this morning with a nice shock. first time ever the champions from the previous season lost their first game of the next season. so hopefully that means Leicester City truly was just a fucking fluke.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH.

mom and i went to the grocery store yesterday. we wanted to make sure we got everything done just in case we do get some holy shit rain today. i believe i found my latest muse while i was there. i was getting my lemonade that i love and turned around and nearly walked right into a beautiful black woman. it took nearly everything i had to stop myself from trying to bury my face in her ass. needless to say, there will be poems.

team USA men's basketball team won again yesterday on just talent and no chemistry. to beat Serbia by only 3 points, 94-91, is a bit of a head scratcher. they next play against France on Sunday. i believe Paul George said it best yesterday, they are simply too easy to guard at the moment. i can't stand watching a team that just stands around on offense. it drives me fucking nuts. and as my mother would say, it's a short drive.

i'll be on here sometime after Manchester United plays tomorrow morning.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday. call if you need bail money.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Amos Lee - Vaporize
Cypress Hill - I Wanna Get High (Live)
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
Hippo Campus - Suicide Saturday

"I have a perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

nice of them to issue the flood watch the day before...

when i saw this morning that the national weather service issued a flood watch for tomorrow, i knew they are expecting some holy shit rain to happen. i'm sure it's a case of being safe rather than sorry, or at least i hope it is.

i just watched the USA women's soccer team get knocked out of the Olympics by Sweden in penalty kicks. all i saw of the game was the penalty kicks as i completely forgot the game was on at noon today. oh well, it should be interesting to see what happens to the team now. not a good sign for the first tournament after the heart and soul of your team retires.

the New York Yankees came from behind to win 4-2 last night up in Boston. they took 2 out of 3 in the series, which i think says more about Boston than New York. the amazing thing is the Yankees are now just 3.5 games behind in the wild card race. tonight is A-Rod's last game as a Yankee. they start a series at home against Tampa tonight. it's a bit of a nostalgia weekend as tomorrow the 1996 World Series team will be honored. on Sunday, Mariano Rivera will get his plaque in Monument Park. hard to believe it's been 20 damn years since Charlie Hayes caught that popup.

Big Brother had the chance to be really exciting last night, and then like most of this season, it fizzled. but, after the double eviction that really didn't do much, Victor won HOH again. his plan (really Paul's plan) is to put up Corey and Paulie for eviction. that should do the trick for setting the house on fire.

Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll was excellent last night. i'm so happy none of my former girlfriends ever owned a chainsaw.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Cypress Hill: Live from Austin.

i did listen to the latest episode of Seton Calling today. a great interview with Horatio Sanz. you can check it out by going here:
http://setoncalling.libsyn.com/episode-11-horatio-sanz

i will probably watch the USA men's basketball game against Serbia later today.

i finally shaved off most of my beard yesterday. i still have the long goatee but the rest of it hadn't been shaved in over a month. not exactly comfortable in 90+ heat. but, i did nearly pass out in the shower yesterday. all i could think of as i was drying off was if i fall, how long am i actually going to be down there? mom can't help me up. no one in this pseudo retirement community can help me up. so i toughed it out and made it to the fan in my room. good times.

not sure when i'll be on here over the weekend. Manchester United starts their Premier League season on Sunday. the Yankees play day games on both Saturday and Sunday. i'll shoot for the mornings and hopefully you'll live with getting it in the afternoons.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. take it easy and then take it again.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Marcy Playground - Sex and Candy
The Kinks - Lola
Husker Du - Hardly Getting Over It

"Creation is a drug I can't do without." - Cecil B. DeMille

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

oh how i miss my afternoon naps

another day, another afternoon adventure. i believe this is my mother's way to slowly work me back into society. i feel like i am more comfortable in public but, fuck i miss my afternoon naps. today we went to Menards to get some shit that mom needed. she didn't find what she was looking for but got something anyway. it is heavy as fuck and guess who gets to put it together. and this is where my hatred for my father is the strongest as he taught me absolutely nothing as a child about tools, putting shit together, etc. so, this is simply an argument waiting to happen. good times.

after that, we went to lunch. i had a sandwich and fries and the absolute weakest lemonade i have ever tasted in my life. it was more water with lemon that anything. at least the sandwich was good.

at the grocery store, it appeared like since they were doing some reconstructing, they were testing the fire alarms. you can imagine with my mother's disease how happy she was at this. while we were walking around, i did catch eyes with this stunning black girl. that was the problem though, she had jail bait written all over her. i felt like giving her my card and telling her to call me in 4 years or so.

once we got home, i had 86 fucking emails to go through. seeing what little money i make is from online surveys, i have to go through each and every fucking email. tedious would be an understatement. at least dinner was excellent tonight.

enjoy a quick music break:

Smackdown last night was excellent. i really enjoyed the match between Cesaro and Kevin Owens.

enjoy the top ten highlights from the show:

The Comedians last night was excellent. next week is the season finale.

here is some funny shit from last night:

the New York Yankees offense came alive last night as they beat the Marlins 9-4. that split the series with them as they start a series with the Tigers tonight. they are currently tied in the 2nd inning. Alex Rodriguez got his 3,000th hit in the first inning tonight by hitting a HR. figures, he did it just like Jeter. hopefully i will be enjoying a victory beer tonight.

i figure i will be flipping between baseball tonight and god knows what else. i'd love to get the ROH ppv tonight but i'm being a cheap ass tonight.

speaking of being a cheap ass, if anyone would like to get ANYTHING from my Amazon.com wishlist for me, you are more than welcome to do so. there are plenty of items on it that are just a few bucks. a sure way to win my love forever. you can find my wishlist on the right hand side of this blog.

i'm sick of the fucking rain. and whenever the damn sun comes out, the whole area turns into a damn sauna. and my frustration is boiling over with the fucking squirrels. i'm at the point where i'm going to start poisoning the little flying rats.

that's all for me today kids. i hope everyone has a great weekend. i'm hoping to get shit done this weekend. hopefully my arthritis allows it. have a drink on me kids.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Empire of the Sun - Alive
Hayes Carll - Drunken Poet's Dream
Cowboy Junkies - Lost My Driving Wheel (Live)
Morphine - You Look Like Rain
Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy (Live)

"What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist." - Salman Rushdie

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

at least the rain finally stopped

i believe when i woke up this morning it had just finished raining. i have to believe we got somewhere north of 2 inches. thank god we got the soybeans off before that. no flooding that i have seen so far and the corn still looks good, so... in the grand scheme of things this really just means i'll end up having to mow the grass again.

ended up watching more of the Yankees game last night than i thought i would. CC actually pitched great for the first time in a few months. a 5-1 win on A-Rod's 24th career grand slam. that broke the major league record previously held by Lou Gehrig. i would say congrats but he doesn't deserve it. they play again this afternoon. i might check it out or i might just watch college football and hope they do well. they are still alive with a faint pulse for the playoffs.

Ohio State plays a game this afternoon that i believe most of the game will see the backups playing. so, i might watch some of it as i believe i will be in a sports bar showing it, but i won't be paying close attention to it.

got some good news yesterday regarding injuries on my fantasy football team. that just made my Sunday a little less chaotic. while getting that news last night i realized that the fucking hockey season starts in about a week. so i scrambled to find a fantasy hockey league and set up my draft order. the draft is 2 days before the season i think. that should make it interesting.

i'm looking forward to watching some ROH this evening. i know what happened last night at the ppv. i'm a little surprised at the results but at the same time i am happy. i enjoy the heel Adam Cole more and more each time i get to see it. to see him as the ROH champion should make for some interesting story lines in the future. especially if the "Mount Rushmore of Wrestling" ends up joining forces in ROH as well.

and i will hopefully find some time to sleep today as i know damn well i won't be getting any tomorrow.

hope this finds everyone well. peace and chicken grease.

music:

Foy Vance - Joy of Nothing
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Push The Sky Away
Bruce Springsteen - Darkness on the Edge of Town

"God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live." - Stephen King

just another Monday

let me peel back the onion a bit and give you a glimpse into my day. i'm out feeding the cats and i suddenly have the need to shit. do i go in the kitty litter? do i hold it and get back inside? i'm not an animal, so i made it back inside. and after a huge movement, just as i'm getting up from the bowl, i sneeze. and the sure force of the sneeze produces more shit falling right out of me. do you laugh? do you wonder how you can make this a poem? both? if you chose C, you are correct. why am i still single?

i did catch bits and pieces of the Yankees game last night. i'd like to thank those dumb asses in Boston for hitting A-Rod and waking up his teammates. hopefully this is the light bulb for the rest of the season. 9-6 win after being down 6-3 before A-Rod's response to getting hit. off today and then a doubleheader tomorrow. i'd love to sweep that doubleheader, but Phil Hughes is starting one of those games. my fingers are crossed for a split.

the shows last night were excellent. The Newsroom was brilliant. i can't wait to see what happens in the next episode. Ray Donovan was really good as well. Total Divas was probably the funniest episode of the season so far.

i did see the results of Summerslam last night. i'm a little disappointed but not dismayed. if the payoff to what happened last night is more CM Punk A+ matches and a huge feud between Orton, HHH, and Daniel Bryan... i'm all for it. i will definitely be tuned in to Monday Night Raw tonight to see what happens next.

i got 3 more cartoons and another illustration i need to write a poem for from my artist friend in Sweden today. i'm holding off on putting out the 3 cartoons until i hear back from the publisher i've contacted. i'd love for a book to come out with a ton of material that no one has seen before.

i did watch a little bit of Manchester City this afternoon. once their opponent got down to 10 men, i didn't bother to watch anymore. i hate to say it, but they looked good.

that's pretty much all for today... until tomorrow.

music:

The Civil Wars - Live at Eddie's Attic

"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different." - Coco Chanel

at least there was some cloud cover

got the grass mowed today in a little under 3 and 1/2 hours. thankfully the temps were in the 70's and there were some clouds. of course, i did get a little sun. i'm sure i will be paying for that later tonight and tomorrow. i wonder why i bother when SPF 100 doesn't do much better than the other shit.

so while i was mowing there was some Yankees news. A-Rod suspended and appealing, Jeter back to the disabled list, all coming off yet another fucking series loss. do you get the sense i'm tired of all of this... i doubt i will watch much of the circus this evening.

the kid i grew up next to will be the home plate umpire in the intermediate world series on ESPN2 @ 7pm. i'll check that out just so i can feel older than shit.

the shows last night were pretty good. Big Brother was what it was, creatively edited bullshit from CBS. The Newsroom was great. the acting and the writing was superb. Ray Donovan was excellent. as someone who has had a few "bad trips" in his life, boy that episode brought back some memories. as for Total Divas, last night's episode showed me that the WWE certainly isn't what it was 10 years ago. if the lies last night would have taken place in the past, they would have been fired on the spot. not sure what system i like better.

tonight, a little Monday Night Raw will be in order. after that, hopefully i will get some sleep. i was up until 3 this morning trying to get shit done on the internet. a big thank you to Frontier Communications for once again being a big piece of shit. i just love it when the signal is slower than dial-up.

if i feel up to it, sometime this week i will bust out the camera again and take some pictures. just don't hold your breath.

tomorrow, between laundry and podcast listening, i will go through some poems and figure out where the next 10 or so are going.

hope this finds everyone still willing to give a shit about something.

music:

Black Sabbath - 13 (Best Buy Deluxe Edition)

"I believe that every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises." - Neil Armstrong

let the silly season begin

hard to think of this as winter as the temp is around 60 degrees. just what i need is another fucking drought. the one over the summer didn't hurt us as bad as i thought it would. after insurance, we made out pretty good. but i don't think the ground can take another drier than shit season and still put out a decent crop. fingers are crossed.

so, i was shooting the shit this morning and see some Yankees news come across the wire. turns out A-Rod played most of 2012 with a torn labrum in his "good" hip. surgery next month and will be out 4 to 6 months. lovely. so the Yankees starting left side of the infield are now entering the relic stage of their careers where injuries should be the norm. i'll be interested to see how the brass figures out the replacement parts on a budget. this upcoming season already smells like a close but no cigar try for the playoffs. yuck.

and speaking of sports, had an interesting past Saturday. one thing i totally fucking hate is when a team plays down to their competition. drives me insane. so to see Manchester United and the Dayton Flyers both do it but still win was infuriating. i'm already readying the rubber room when all of this shit comes to fuck them later on in the season.

hope everyone i sent cards and some poetic gifts to get them soon and enjoy them.

i'm on the verge of winning all 3 fantasy football matches from this weekend. i've got decent leads in all 3. i won't watch much of the game tonight though, too much college basketball, The Voice, and Monday Night Raw to keep my brain active with. maybe one of these days i'll get a DVR and be somewhat normal.

or maybe not.

wish i had the balls to act out one of my great porn fantasies today. for some reason this woman brought a package from amazon.com out to the farm. attractive and curvy. of course, having no game i just smiled and said thank you and watched her walk away like the creep i am. and instead of watching soccer or doing some household chores, i spent the next 2 hours on redtube letting my imagination take a tour of filth.

thank god for a towel nearby.

totally loved the last 3 episodes of Boardwalk Empire. and i can't wait for a bunch of my favorites to come back next month. back to the old days of getting to sleep at 3 in the morning after all the Sunday night television.

music today:

The Black Keys - El Camino
Over The Rhine - Snow Angel

"Everybody knows how to raise children, except the people who have them." - P.J. O'Rourke

playoff magic

i had my blog post already in mind, yet another fuck the Yankees rant and then it happened. playoff magic. Raul Ibanez, pinch hitting for A-Rod, ties the game in the bottom of the 9th with a home run. then, for the cherry on top, hits another one to win in the bottom of the 12th. not sure my mother liked the yelling and screaming past her bed time, but this shit never gets old.

so, after a night of great but short sleep, i think i have done everything i did yesterday. you know, i don't want to be the reason they lose. and don't worry, i've been like this since i was 5. music is the same, got the mail at the same time, had the same breakfast. now, it's up to Phil Hughes and the boys to do their part.

i suppose during commercial breaks i will check out some of the shows tonight and the NFL game.

and hopefully i can hold off on the fuck the Yankees rant for a few weeks.

music yesterday and today:

Metallica - Master of Puppets
Matthew Sweet - Acoustic & Live NoiseTrade Sampler
Brandi Carlile - Live at Bear Creek EP
The Lighthouse and The Whaler - Pioneers EP

"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift." - Steve Prefontaine

the day after

i always have a hard time getting to sleep after a playoff loss. i keep running through my head what people should have done, etc., etc. i figure i probably have taken 30 years off of my life between the Yankees and the New York Rangers. with that in mind, i might as well try to enjoy the 10 years or so i have left. somewhere i can hear Bukowski saying don't try.

not much mail for me today. the beauty of not being registered to vote in this state. was hoping to waste most of my day on porn and music. of course, my internet today decided to shit on that plan and be out for a few hours. thank you once again Frontier Communications for being the shittiest internet on earth. much appreciated.

my horoscope today said i was going to feel creative and write some fiction. i laughed pretty good at that. Jim Morrison was correct, it's all bullshit.

i may try to catch some of the Reds game today. i haven't really rooted for them in over 20 years. but, just in case the Yankees don't get there, nothing wrong with having another dog in the fight. not going to jump on the bandwagon. i'm white. i have no hops.

other than that, i'll watch a little of The Voice and then plot fantasy football moves. one team of mine is still undefeated. 5 weeks in and i think that is the longest streak i've had in over a decade. fingers are crossed that i don't fuck this up somehow.

i'll try to sleep tonight with the thought that A-Rod is going to find 2009 again sometime in my lifetime.

music today:

Nine Inch Nails - Year Zero
Audrey Rose - Smoke EP
Marc Broussard - The Atlantic Recordings - NoiseTrade Sampler
Cat Power - Sun

"I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting." - Che Guevara

enjoying the misery of others

what a fucking day. had a surprising productive morning. checked the farm for damage from last night's storm, thankfully there was none. we got about an inch and a half of rain but you wouldn't know it with this 35 mph wind we've had all day long. got the paper and mail. made a trip to the store for eggs and milk. and decided to make a trip to the bank as well. got all that done and was back home before Ohio State played at noon.

knowing the spread for this game was 37 1/2, i knew what to expect. Ohio State will play like shit, down to its competition, still win easily but not cover. like clockwork, they win 29-15. never fails. back in my youth when i had money to burn, Ohio State made me a comfortable living for awhile. they have been like this my entire life it seems. too bad i'm poor now...

got some lunch and came back to find the Yankees giving back the 1 run lead they had when i left. after winning in a walk off last night as the satellite feed was cutting in and out, i wasn't counting on 2 days in a row. fast forward to the 13th inning, after the Yankees pissed away chances to win the game in earlier innings. for some reason the Yankees decided to pitch batting practice and Oakland took advantage. enter the bottom of the inning Oakland up by 4 runs (on 3 home runs). for the first time this season, the Yankees showed what every great Yankee team before has shown. no fucking worries, we're going to win. 3 straight hits, a passed ball, a sac fly and 2 run homer and holy shit, the game is now tied at 9. next inning and A-Rod should have won the game with a single but the runner on second base, a rookie playing in his first MLB game ever, misses 3rd base. fuck me. now 2 outs and Ichiro scores the winning run on a... WALK OFF ERROR. even better. given how i enjoy the misery of others so, i flipped over to the Oakland feed to laugh. their stunned disbelief tasted so good with my victory beer. still in first. 25 games over .500 for the first time since god knows when. hopefully a sweep tomorrow. and hopefully this will be the game that will provide them with a sense of belief when the playoffs come along.

my evening will consist of a nap while flipping between college football games. maybe i'll wake up for Saturday Night Live and Ring of Honor, maybe i won't. a ton of shit to do tomorrow. Manchester United plays in the morning. fantasy football lineups have to be finalized. and it's trash day as well. how i manage to do all that, make breakfast, feed the cats and not miss anything is beyond me. these are the days i miss the energy i had when i was on drugs.

music today:

Slayer - Seasons In The Abyss

"Good humor is the health of the soul, sadness is its poison." - Lord Chesterfield

a productive tuesday

enjoyed watching men's volleyball and women's soccer early this afternoon. so jealous of the USA women to be playing at Old Trafford. one of those places i want to get to before i die. and looks like from the events some will watch on tape delay tonight, they will be happy. thanks to twitter, i'll be watching the Yankees and Deadliest Catch.

speaking of the Yankees, after another one run loss last night, the frustrated fan in me wanted a huge trade today. thankfully Cashman didn't do that. getting a nice role player from the Pirates for a guy who was going to be let go when Joba comes back (which may be tonight) is a nice stroke of genius. with A-Rod injured and now Tex injured, Casey McGehee can fill in at both spots and provide some right handed power. hopefully that works. a warm body that can drive in runs. please.

actually wrote and typed up (a rarity for me in the same day) 2 poems. not sure if they will go in the august submission pile or the later in the fall pile. time shall tell.

hopefully the USA men's basketball is boring enough (as in they are up by 50 20 minutes into the game) that i might get a nap in before some baseball tonight.

music today:

The Killers - Hot Fuss
Amy Winehouse - Back to Black
Everclear - Sparkle and Fade
Double Trouble - Been a Long Time
The Full Monty Soundtrack
Muddy Waters - Blues Legend

"Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience." - Paulo Coelho

same shit, different game

this season is driving me fucking nuts. same old bullshit, can't take advantage of chances, can't get runners over and can't get timely hits. best of all, you get a great pitched game from Garcia and take him out with one out in the 8th before he gets to 90 fucking pitches. then it takes 4 fucking pitchers to get the next 2 outs, but not before walking three and giving up a run on an infield single. what a fucking waste. lose 4-2. to top off this horseshit evening, Jeter, Ichiro and A-Rod all got hit by pitches. A-Rod has a non-displaced fracture on his left hand, so off to the disabled list. what was the Yankee response. nothing, as usual. can't wait for Joba to return and buzz a fucking tower or two. contemplating not watching the day game later on today just to give my stress level a chance to decrease. i know that probably won't happen, but it's a nice thought.

a totally bizarre day

let me start this out by saying hello to anyone who happens to stumble upon this blog. if you like what you see, please subscribe to the blog and tell a friend.

also, i still have broadsides for sale. if anyone is interested please contact me. if i have any left i'm thinking of possibly sending those copies to anyone who purchases my upcoming book, Sofisticated White Trash.

what a bizarre day today. or yesterday as i write this early tuesday morning. was probably listening to my 4th or 5th cd for the day, got done with watching porn and decided for shits and giggles to check out some sports sites. and holy shit. the New York Rangers finally got their man. Rick Nash. and they didn't have to give up any of the kids i was fearing they would lose in the deal. i'd like to thank the dumb asses that run the Blue Jackets for allowing us to steal your best player. if this finally brings the happiness i haven't had since 94 with that team, all the bullshit and waiting would be totally worth it. congrats to Slats for highway robbery.

and then the stunner.

basking in the glow of the Nash trade, i happen to see a little blurb that Ichiro was traded to the Yankees. a nice holy fucking shit moment as this came out of nowhere. would have been great if it happened a decade ago, but i think he still has a little gas left in the tank. the Yanks gave up 2 arms that were never going to help us now or down the line, so it's not much of a risk.

and the best thing of all

the fucking Yankees finally won. 4-1. great pitched game from Kuroda. Ichiro had a hit and stolen base. A-Rod hit a home run about a mile and the bullpen did their job finally. totally insane seeing Ichiro in that uniform after all these years. but if he helps them win another championship, i'll gladly enjoy welcoming another mercenary into the family. almost reminds me of 96 when Cecil Fielder went to the Yankees. good times.

so happy to see the NCAA grow a set of nuts and give Penn St. what they deserved. hopefully the punishment is the gift that keeps on giving. as a victim of child sexual abuse, all of them that covered for that fucking monster can all rot in hell for what i care.

saw that asshole who shot up the theater in Colorado in court today. guess i know what color i won't be using for my hair anytime soon.

music for today:

The Band - The Last Waltz (Box Set)
Alabama Shakes - Boys & Girls
Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa - Don't Explain
Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting
Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out!
Eminem - Recovery
AC/DC - High Voltage

"I was the kid next door's imaginary friend." - Emo Philips

Sunday frustration and a little bit of good news

when you have two good/sometimes great pitchers facing each other, a novice would expect a well pitched game. I've been watching baseball for nearly all of my 36 years on this planet, and things in that sport rarely if ever go according to plan. Angels win the beer league softball game 10-8. I'm happy the Yankees gave themselves a chance in the bottom of the 9th, more on that in a bit. what pissed me off was the absolutely horrific base running, Russell Martin bunting twice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for no fucking reason, once into a fucking double play. bad, bad relief pitching which lead to tack on runs, or the difference in the game. enter the bottom of the 9th down by 5 and score 3, have the bases loaded and have the guy who is tied for the most grand slams in history at the plate. great drama and all i can expect as an unreasonable fan is the team to give themselves a chance to win. and what does A-Rod do? of course, pop up to first base. i have never seen a great player get so fucking scared of being great in moments that actually matter. it's unreal. at least the bats are going good seeing that 3 days of home run derby against the Blue Jays start tomorrow.

in other news...

we got almost 5 good minutes of a steady rain this afternoon. not nearly enough considering we're probably 10 inches below where we should be for the year, but i have no choice but to take it. took a Sunday drive earlier and most of the crops in the area look like ours. not making me feel any better, but at least we're all fucked.

sold off a few cd's today. made a little money. will mostly go to covering postage i believe.

my book, Sofisticated White Trash, is really in the final stages now. it has a registered ISBN and a tentative release date of August. let the fun begin.

music:

Lucero - 1372 Overton Park
Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes

"A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life." - Charles Darwin

a slow death

sat down at 1 to watch the Yankees. before i could get comfortable, the Braves are up 3-0. glad to see Phil Hughes revert back to the old version. then decided to go shave and shower. get all that done and the score is 6-1. instead of watching, i went and sent out some poems. get done with that and it's 6-4.

the Grandy man makes it 6-5. and then A-Rod steps up, runners on 1st and 3rd, a fucking fly ball ties the game and the asshole of course, hits into a double play.

and then came a slow death. defensive miscues, shitty pitching, an appearance by the human white flag Freddy Garcia and the Yankees lose 10-5.

YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

will pay a bit of attention to the NHL awards tonight. i'm hoping Hank can finally win the Vezina. will definitely make this Ranger fan very happy. also, will be nice to get the hockey juices going again with the draft and all the trade rumors heating up.

hotter than dog shit here today. no sight of rain. hopefully some tomorrow. any rain would help at this point. any.

music for today:

Prodigy - The Fat of the Land
Tom Waits - Bad As Me

"I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio."
     - Rodney Dangerfield

none of this explains why i was up before 6 a.m.

i didn't watch much of the NBA finals last night as i was too busy flipping channels between Deadliest Catch and the Yankees.

congrats to A-Rod on finally coming through with the bases loaded this year. incredible comeback by the Yankees. i didn't expect it at all. a very nice surprise. would be nice to see this train peel off another 10 wins or so and welcome reality back to baseball.

wrote a funny little poem yesterday about a woman in a video chat room. i'll be sending that one out soon.

trying to rest up today as i have a nice 6 hours of mowing grass tomorrow. hopefully there are some clouds and a nice breeze. if not, expect plenty of bitching and moaning come Friday's blog.

morning music

Ryan Bingham & The Dead Horses - Roadhouse Sun
Shooter Jennings - Put the O Back in Country

"All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward." - Ellen Glasgow

sun shines on a dog's ass every once in a while

always nice to see Derek Jeter put the first pitch of the game in the seats. and whoever gave A-Rod some juice (wink, wink), a huge thank you. or maybe it's all to shut up Michael Kay. and kudos to Phil Hughes for popping his cherry and pitching a complete game. always nice to see Verlander look human from time to time.

tried to watch team USA vs. Canada tonight but man, what a bore. Canada totally got fucking hosed on a shit call that cost them a goal. the boys looked tired and disinterested, a deadly combination. hope they find some energy real fucking quick, as World Cup qualifying starts very soon.

watched the end of the Heat and Celtics tonight. glad to see the officiating still sucks. Dr. Evil Stern must love that both series are 2-2 now.

didn't get to see Tiger's comeback win, as a children's telethon was on instead. but from what i hear, he must have found some good pussy this weekend.

be sure to check out my new poem "a crisp spring day" at The Camel Saloon. it's a good one. last post for links.

spent part of the day putting together box furniture with my mother. i don't wish this on my worst enemy.

not much music today, but what i did listen to came from the soul.

Otis Redding - Otis Blue
Charles Bradley - No Time for Dreaming


"He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious." - Sun Tzu

a sure sign of an impending apocalypse

no, it's not that the Yankees have won 2 games in a row. and no, it's not that Rafael Soriano was able to get the final 2 outs on just 2 pitches. no, it's not that A-Rod hit another meaningless home run just as that fat head asshole Michael Kay was bitching and moaning about A-Rod's lack of power.

no, it's not that the Celtics looked like they had life tonight against the Heat.

Johan Santana threw the first no-hitter in New York Mets history tonight. all those years, over 8,000 some games...

nothing disgusts me more than Mets fans happy. except maybe Red Sox fans.

if i wake up to a world tomorrow i'll be stunned.

may we all rest in peace. and perhaps, stop eating each other. what the fuck is up with all the cannibals in the news. are these fucking zombie shows that fucking good?

and now a quote from out in the blue somewhere

"An intellectual is a person who's found one thing that's more interesting than sex." - Aldous Huxley

what a damn tease

just imagine the cussing going on in my house when the rangers get down 3-0 before my dinner is settled into my gut.

thank god A-Rod found some magic potion that gave him something more than warning track power or i would have been breaking shit.

yankees win comfortably 8-3 while the rangers, being the cock teases they are, tie the game at 3 only to lose 5-3.

my fear is the boys have worked so damn hard to get this far they have run out of gas. and how the hockey gods work, you have to lose before you can win.

i'm not giving up hope... yet. but unless some spooky 94 Messier shit starts happening soon, i think the playoff beard has seen its final days.

this will be a night of shitty sleep.