The Battle Continues

The Red Sox vs. The Yankees, the immortal rivalry, the best in the biz. Enough said. The baseball games that have spawned millions of tv documentaries, books, fan-boy dreams, and the like.

Sure it's April and both teams have over a hundred games left in the season, but this weekend a three-game series is simply life and death for those poor bastards that have intrenched themselves in this struggle.

Ok, I'll admit I'm one of those aforementioned poor bastards. And yes, I am nearly salivating at the mere thought of the Yanks going into to Fenway and running house.

And hey, with A-Rod playing like a god amongst men, it doesn't seem to matter if we have little to no pitching.

Here we go again.

So It Goes.

Yes, I know I'm days late. But some people don't even know who Kurt Vonnegut Jr. is, and those are the people who you should be chastising.

Anyway. RIP Kurt. You'll always be one of the greats. Shaggy-haired and all.

Re-Up

I know, it's been a while. But I promised myself I wouldn't neglect this one like the last two.

A few things.

I bought my first suit ever this Friday. It was a bittersweet process. On the one hand, it's a pretty damn slick one. On the other, what do I need a suit for? For grown-up things, that's what I need a suit for.

I'm writing a novel. This may take a while, but you should be excited. I've already got one-ish chapter finished. It's the most substantial thing I've written in years. Here's hoping that I don't get bored with it and throw it away. Scratch that. That won't happen.

Stay tuned kids.

Fight or Flight

I need a vacation. Perpetually.

But, I always get bored on vacations.

I've got this "any place but here" ideal. Couple that with a mean complacent streak, and you've got yourself a whole bunch of idle banter.

Someone just hand me a drink with an umbrella in it, and I'll be all set.

The Real World. Ooooooooooooh.

One day I'll look back at this uncertain time and breathe a little easier that I made it out all right. I decided to not speak anymore about all the existential dread, the confusion, and the straight up fear regarding my impending entrance into the "real world."

It's way too easy to bitch, and I don't want to sound like this girl. Leave it to the supportive writers at Gawker to put things into perspective.

Besides, if I know myself well enough, I'll find ways and means to avoid this so-called real world as best I can.

Thoughts On Opening Day

Aah baseball. Overpaid athletes, slow game, drunken assholes sitting next to you, sun stroke by the 8th inning. It's back baby.

Say what you want but overall I think my boys the Yankees looked damn good today. It was like a season in a microcosm. You got Jeter tying the game with a clutch single, A-Rod making a dumb mistake by missing the pop foul, the fans overreacting, our starting pitching looking shaky (being bailed out by some damned good relief pitching,) and Mo being Mo.

Sidenote: That man is a phenom. He's getting better as he gets older. It's simply amazing. I got goosebumps when they started playing "Enter Sandman." There are maybe a few people in sports that are simply the best ever at what they do, and he is one of them. Don't ever leave us Mo.

Good to get back to the stadium after such a long layoff.

161 to go.