Chose To Choose Choice

Aye. I am tired. Chose to do some late night work. Made the bad choice to buy a large iced coffee before picking Laura up at work. She had chosen to use her powers of persuasion to finally acquire that oversized rocker. Choosing to max out. Mets chose to trade K-Rod. I choose to be perfectly fine with that. I wrote a long email tonight to RxHS staff about choice tonight, and how to visually interpret such an intangible concept. Interested to see how that all goes. The girls look good after four 6 hour camps. They chose to show up this year. I wish I could choose to fall asleep.

We almost heard Twin Falls as we passed Twin Falls tonight but that song is so dang short!

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We Are Fourthless

Laura came home from work early not feeling well and has been in bed ever since. Yuula fell on her xylophone and has something sticky in her hair. We have no fireworks. We have no sparklers. We have no flags. We are eating leftovers for dinner. Tonight we claim independence from no one and we're fine with it. There's still 2 hours of Sunny in Philadelphia on and a late West coast Mets game so... happy 4th.

Garbanzo Bean Baby Birthday

I have been to more birthday parties in the past six months than my entire childhood combined. And I can't believe it's Friday, nonetheless July. Summer is gone too fast and, for the first time, I want it to stay.

Tonight Claire had her first birthday party, Yuula ate more than her fair share of garbanzo beans and Flora's neighbor made a mean chicken curry salad. Secret ingredient: grapes.

I am tired. It's been a long week and watching a Simon & Garfunkel documentary sure beats watching the Mets lose to the Yankees.

I gotta mow the lawn tomorrow. I always gotta mow the lawn tomorrow.

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When It Rains...

click it - it's a video

It's The Small Victories

Look, I know the Mets ain't gonna win no World Series this year. They most definitely will not even make it to the playoffs. In all likelihood they will end up 4th or last in their division, watching Reyes on some playoff team and 4 of their best starters on the verge of Tommy John. So on a night where they can do something like end Andre Ethier's hitting streak one game shy of the Dodgers record, I will celebrate when I can. Besides, sitting out a game or two, watching the game from the dugout and still claiming that you are in the midst of a record breaking hitting streak is crap to me. Get out there or your streak is over. That is all. Let's go Mets! Now that is all.

The Can'tgetrights

There is a saying that the worst day at the ballpark is still better than a day at work. I'm not sure that's true. I worked my ass off yesterday and had a hell of a better time than I would have watching that horror show of a double header against the Braves. And things look only to get worse from here, with the most effective pitcher to date apparently hurt and some bottom of the pack teams coming to town that I'm sure they'll find a way to lose series to. Good thing I am busy working.

Spring's Over Before It Began

I'm not talking about how it's snowing out right now, and will be for the next two days. I'm talking about baseball. Opening Day. And everyone's already counted my team out. I get the Madoff thing, but last time I checked he didn't make the line-up. A billion dollar lawsuit hangs over their head, but it's not like Ike Davis is gonna have to hitchhike down I-95 to Atlanta. Yes, if the season isn't going well by the break we will probably see Reyes pack his bags, but I don't think that's any kinda nail in the coffin. Maybe they could get a decent starting pitcher for him. Or maybe... wanna switch Hank?



Mets need a good makeover. Half the pitching staff is brand new. Interested to see how Capuano & Young work out. A couple new outfielders, like Scoot Hairston who killed everything this spring, ex-Met killer Willie Harris and new guy Lucas Duda, and sparkling new infielders Brad Emaus and Chin-lung Hu. Abbot & Costello loyalists are gonna have a field day with that one.



And then of course there's their opponents. Nothing like going up against a pitching staff that's 80% aces in Philadelphia or the batting lineup on steroids that Atlanta bought out this off season. It's easy to be pessimistic I suppose.



Opening day is today but the Mets don't play until tomorrow night down in Miami. Here we go. I gotta pick up some beer. Good luck everybody.

Flushing The Bowl

My Mets hat feels a little lighter today without the weight of having to explain the existence of Luis Castillo & Oliver Perez on the roster. This new management is proving they're not afraid to make the big moves. I like that about them. Now we just wait for these two to get signed by another NL East team and come back to whoop us. Castillo already signed with Philly. Good luck.

Pecan Sandy & Terry Cloth

On the eve after a miserable Giants loss to the Eagles, it's nice to think about something completely different. So we move on to baseball.

Mets hired a new GM in Sandy Alderson and a new manager in Terry Collins. I know right... who? I never heard of these guys but apparently they know each other and the geniuses that gave us such great seasons like 2007, 2008, 2009 and 2010 have brought them in to do it all again. I have to say that I could kinda care less about this, until I heard there's a chance these two are gonna bring in game 6 hero Mookie Wilson to coach first base, so now I'm on board.

I hate to sound so glib, but I don't think I'm alone when I say that I have no faith that this will change anything at all. Prove me wrong.

I still think it would've been funny to have Wally Backman back as the manager. Check out the foulmouth.

Miserably Fitting Finish

It's long been known that Mets weren't getting anywhere this season. I haven't watched a full game since July. I didn't watch the last game yesterday and as if the season wasn't enough of a joke they take the Nationals into the 14th and for some ungodly reason they decide to bring in Oliver Perez and he does exactly what everyone expects him too. Walk the bases full and then walk in the lead run. The winning run. Game over. On a walk. A bases loaded walk. When the bases were empty.



He really should be shot. That's why he hasn't played in a month. Maybe it was all a joke. Jerry's big FU to management, since he knew it was his final night as manager there. It would be the way they finish out the season. Let's hope they find something else to spend $12 million to next year other than a punchline.



So the Wilpon's have had their press conference. Jerry's gone. Omar's gone. Let's see what that does. From John Maine's meltdown to Jason Bay's headslam to Jose Reyes oblique to Johan Santana's uncanny inability to win a game, this is a season to forget, and after watching Jay Cutler get sacked 9 times lats night, it seems I already have.

Queens, NY 1986

thinking of better times.... in case we never see them again...

OMGee

Where the hell has he been?!?!

Logo Appropriate

Get it?

Nice Knowing Ya Frenchy

The beginning of the end of 2010. Good thing I got something else to do. Can I be traded to the Rangers, too?

Assault On The Season

As if this season didn't have enough disaster and cringe-worthy moments...

At this point I just hope the season ends with no one getting killed or abducted by aliens. I wouldn't be surprised.

Stop The Season, I Wanna Get Off

“You see, after Wednesday’s disgusting display in Atlanta, I’m pretty much done for the year… Call me a Fugazi, call me a quitter, call me whatever you want, but honestly, if the Mets and their owners don’t care, why the heck should I?”
-Bill Price, The Daily News

Yes, I’m glad to hear Mike Pelfrey say he takes responsibility for the other night. Wonderful. But, you still lost, Mike. I appreciate hearing the Mets talk about ‘stepping up.’ That’s great. But, they still lost. The reporters repeatedly tell us about how hard Luis Castillo, Jeff Francoeur, and others, are working before every game. That’s nice. But, they still make errors, go hitless and lose. Also, they’re making millions and millions of dollars, and we pay lots of money to watch them play, so I’d hope they’re working hard. I mean, it’s their job to work hard, isn’t it? So, congratulations, gentlemen, for doing what you’re supposed to do. I kinda don't wanna hear about ‘effort', only to see the team make bad throws, leave men on base and lose in a self-proclaimed ‘big game.’ I’m don't care if they think a pitcher had ‘great stuff,’ despite watching him give up five runs in five innings. They're losing me, and with football season peeking around the corner, I may find myself watching boring preseason games as opposed to watching the Mets puke all over themselves for the next two months. For tonight, they're in Philly, and it couldn't be a worse place to be. Let's see...

The One They Won

Whoever made stadiums in the shape of a circle never gave thought to how confusing a wave could get when in an infinite shape. This thing must've gone for a solid 20 minutes, without any section being able to figure out how to stop it or where it was coming from. It got ugly.



But hey at least they won right? Last game we went to was embarrassing. And this one had potential, considering their opponent, the Arizona Diamondbacks are the worst team in the National League and the Mets had already lost 4 games to them in the past week. So it's not hard to believe we didn't have our hopes up. We were mostly excited about the tacos. And the tacos did not disappoint.



The game was exciting tho. Couple lead changes. 7th inning rally to tie it up, and then a bottom of the ninth pinch hit triple by Jesus Feliciano followed by walking, Pagan & Wright and bringing up Beltran to sky one deep to center, tagging Feliciano in with the winning run. Walkoff! Hey that's exciting on it's own. But it was a great game.



Thanks to Rich & Michelle for the tickets. Sorry we showed up a little late and got stuck in traffic, but quality time is quality time, right?

A Guitar, Kittens & Korma At Least

Today we filled the storage space. There's very little room left in there, but there's much more room upstairs and in the shed so... win/win. We also went on a hunt for a daybed for the continuing transformation of the laundry room into guest bedroom. So far we have curtains. We hit up a few places, trying not to pay full price of course and struck out, but at the third yardsale I picked myself up a little consolation prize...



And for only $9! The youngest daughter was manning the shop at the time and since she seemed to have no idea and blurted out the first number that came to mind I said "Deal!" before she could reneg. But we did pick up the pace down the driveway when we heard the Dad come out and say "You sold the guitar for $9?!". Oh well.

I sweat about twelve gallons of fierce strawberry gatorade today, between all the loading and unloading and reshaping of rooms. The back room is now the baby's room and the office is now the front room. These names have meaning. And we moved Gabuk up to the front room, along with her 5 kittens, and she seems more than content. Much nicer accommodations than the old doghouse outside. And Fawsja's are roaming the house nowadays, entering that sickeningly cute phase of hopping about and chasing feet. Couple more weeks for them.



Add to that, I went to a record store today and for the first time made money. I met a west coast man there, made a few suggestions, and felt good about helping him in his aimless search. Poor guy. I should've given him my number. He's gonna need help again. And then Laura made chicken korma and we watched The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassusm which was... interesting. The Mets are down by 6, two innings away from being swept. Good way to start off the second half. I think it's time for bed....

Oh, Ike Davis just hit a two run homerun. It's something.

This Is Nothing And It's Now

It's July. I didn't know. This is gonna be a crazy month, I feel it. Already is. Changes coming. Busy things. Baby things. You'll hear all about it, as it comes. For now we're gonna enjoy our weekend of nothing and going nowhere. Laura already started her nothing.

For tonight, the Mets are winning and we're expecting the Hartsuikers for an early evening bbq, which may or may not turn into a late evening marshmallow roast. We still haven't broken in the new firepit. And I worked so hard......

J-J-J-Jerry And The Mets

It's around this time each evening that Laura & I have to make the tough decision between watching Seinfeld or watching the Mets game. Tonight, we can have both!!