Don't you hate it when you get a cold and it fades away, comes back, and fades away... and... you get the picture. Fortunately I'm on a "fades away" streak but my voice has been on the brink of laryngitis for the past week. I had to croak my way through my public address duties this past weekend but survived. Today I had the good fortune to fill in on morning AND midday on the classic rock station, which I haven't done in ages... and I made my glorious return sounding like a 1970s AOR burnout. Hopefully my voice will be 100 percent by tomorrow.
[If you hate baseball, disregard the rest of this entry.]
In other news, Nomar Garciaparra is gone. I'm not so sad about it really, but it does give a Red Sox fan pause, as they look back on Nomar's early days when we were younger and Nomar was more of a dirt-dog, suck-it-up kind of player. Those were innocent days, when we merely hated Derek Jeter and didn't hate him plus wish several sorts of veneral diseases upon him as we Sox fans do today. When Nomar came up in 1996, I was a sophomore in college. Clemens and Greenwell were still on the Sox roster. Nomar was bigger than Mo, bigger than Clemens, bigger than Yaz, right up there with Ted. That's Williams, not Kennedy.
He won hearts, he won minds, he won batting titles. Until of course he missed almost an entire season due to injury. Ever since then, he turned into a prissy primadonna who botched lots of grounders and stopped getting the clutch hits in spite of putting up respectable numbers.
When the great Cowboy Up hysteria spread across New England last summer, many couldnt help declare the 2003 Red Sox as their all-time favorite team. Sure, "Cowboy Up" was kind of silly but it was a cry of baseball solidarity... but Nomar would not get caught up in it. The suckage of his 2003 postseason will never be forgotten.
I hope, if the Sox do indeed fall flat on their face this fall, that Nomar helps the Cubs reach that elusive World Series and maybe even helps them win it. Let's just hope for the Chicago fans that those pop flys have enough carry to them.
Yankees suck.
I'm hungry.
See ya!
[If you hate baseball, disregard the rest of this entry.]
In other news, Nomar Garciaparra is gone. I'm not so sad about it really, but it does give a Red Sox fan pause, as they look back on Nomar's early days when we were younger and Nomar was more of a dirt-dog, suck-it-up kind of player. Those were innocent days, when we merely hated Derek Jeter and didn't hate him plus wish several sorts of veneral diseases upon him as we Sox fans do today. When Nomar came up in 1996, I was a sophomore in college. Clemens and Greenwell were still on the Sox roster. Nomar was bigger than Mo, bigger than Clemens, bigger than Yaz, right up there with Ted. That's Williams, not Kennedy.
He won hearts, he won minds, he won batting titles. Until of course he missed almost an entire season due to injury. Ever since then, he turned into a prissy primadonna who botched lots of grounders and stopped getting the clutch hits in spite of putting up respectable numbers.
When the great Cowboy Up hysteria spread across New England last summer, many couldnt help declare the 2003 Red Sox as their all-time favorite team. Sure, "Cowboy Up" was kind of silly but it was a cry of baseball solidarity... but Nomar would not get caught up in it. The suckage of his 2003 postseason will never be forgotten.
I hope, if the Sox do indeed fall flat on their face this fall, that Nomar helps the Cubs reach that elusive World Series and maybe even helps them win it. Let's just hope for the Chicago fans that those pop flys have enough carry to them.
Yankees suck.
I'm hungry.
See ya!
But right behind them i have the Met's then your Sox.
Kiss it.
check out my first rejected set if you get a chance
i sincerely hope the cold is fading for good. *sending good vibes your way*
*hugs*