catslash: (fried gold - credit LondonPie)
( May. 1st, 2005 05:34 pm)
Baseball scorecard thus far: Red Sox beat the Rangers, 6-5. Should have been 6-3, but Foulke isn't quite back to normal yet. Astros got a substantial win over the Cubs 3-9, so you all are spared the complaints about one-run losses, at least for today. And the Yankees lose to the Blue Jays, 8-6.

The Tigers have not, technically, lost yet, but at 8-0 in the ninth with two outs, I'm not holding my breath. Stupid White Sox. Oh, wait, now they've lost. Sigh.

Oh, well. Three out of four is a distinct majority. Also, the Yankees have a 10-15 record. Just saying.
catslash: (tek! credit zeenith)
( Apr. 30th, 2005 10:14 pm)
Hate eight o'clock games. They go late and I am tired. Yay, I can't wait until we visit the Angels in California and the games don't start till ten EST.

Sox ahead so far, 8-2 in the ninth. Bronson's done, but pitched very well. Ooh, and Tek just got a home run, so now it's 9-2. I love my Tek. So, unless they bring out Foulke and he sucks harder than he's ever sucked before - sadly, this is a possibility - I think we've got this one.

In news of other teams, the Yankees won (of course, no one can lose all the time; hell, the Royals also won a game today). The Astros also won, so the Tigers promptly made up for it by losing by one run. My teams don't get mediocre losses. They either implode or just narrowly get squeaked out. I'm so proud.

Yay Sox/Tigers starts Monday!
catslash: (long day)
( Apr. 27th, 2005 04:01 pm)
I don't know where to start on this craptacular day, people. It has been so wretched in such outstandingly varied ways that I don't know where to begin. Do I tell it chronologically? Do I divide it into sections like "Baseball Bullshit" and "Personal Bullshit?" Do I give up entirely and shotgun my Heineken? Or should I pop the Heineken into the fridge and just go to bed?

Okay. I have consulted my Theo icon, and we have decided that chronologically it is. Makes a better story. And I have a feeling this'll be hella long, so I'll do my friends a favor and cut it.

A day which you merely spend enraged is not a bad day. A day which you spend helplessly amused at the stupidity, until you give in to the numbness pervading your soul? That's a bad fucking day. )

So, here I am, emo-ing in LJ, drinking Heineken, talking with my friends, and waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Because it's not done yet.
catslash: (Pudge!)
( Apr. 23rd, 2005 04:45 pm)
There. Made me a Tigers icon. This is Pudge grinning hard enough to split his head open after last night's homer. Seemed appropriate for my first Tigers icon, as that homer made me realize that, wow, I've fallen as fast and hard for the Tigers as I did for the Red Sox. (Which means, incidentally, that the upcoming series between the two teams - May second through the fifth - might make my head blow up. I want them both to win. However, since it's a four-game series, they could split it. That would be okay.)

You know, it took that miserable loss of Game Seven in 2003 to make me realize how much I had come to love the Red Sox. To this day, I'm not sure if the devotion would have taken hold to such a degree if they had won. Or maybe I just wouldn't have realized it like I did - I mean, a win doesn't make you examine things like a loss does. But that was how it was brought home to me that I had truly come to love the team. Because even after that loss, I was hooked, and I was staying, and I couldn't wait for April.

But for the Tigers, it's a major hit at a crucial moment that brings home the love. Does this say anything about how I've evolved as a fan? Or is it a timing thing? If the Sox had won last night and I hadn't needed something to cheer me up, would it have made such an impact? The answer to that is probably yes, but I can't help wondering anyway.

Jesus, it's snowing in Detroit. So no Tigers game tonight. Ha, and up here people are bitching 'cos it's raining.

In news of other teams, [livejournal.com profile] manderspander has brought it to my attention that the Yankees/Rangers game was a day game today. The final score? 10-2. The winners? NOT THE YANKEES.

I'm reading the play-by-play right now, and it is delicious. Errors. Pop-ups. Fly balls. Double plays. Meanwhile, the Rangers are getting hits. Singles. Doubles. Homers. Multiple-run homers. Wow.

All the Yankees can seem to do these days is walk. Well, at least A-Rod hit a single, so that's nice for him. Damn expensive single, though. Way to earn that paycheck, Princess.

And do you know the best part? Do you? Well, I'll tell you. The best part is that, according to my admittedly shaky standings math, the Yankees are in last place. They are behind the Devil Rays by half a game.

I'm going to repeat that in boldface now.

The Yankees are in last place. They are behind the Devil Rays by half a game.

I suddenly don't mind the Sox losing last night.

It has also come to my attention that the Astros, who also had a day game, lost to the Cardinals. By one run. 1-0 in the tenth inning. This is me officially giving up on my little ritual.

But you know what? I hardly even care.

Because the Yankees, finally and officially, truly and genuinely, logically and mathematically, SUCK.
catslash: (time out! - credit zaphod_bb)
( Apr. 23rd, 2005 07:00 am)
. . . aaaaand the Astros lost by one run. I had a feeling that would happen; the score was 7-8 went I went to bed last night, and I thought, "That's not gonna change, is it?" And it didn't.

*sigh* I predict that the Astros will lose by one run tonight, too. (The fun of this little ritual is that either it works, or I'm right.)
catslash: (fantasy pint)
( Apr. 22nd, 2005 10:07 pm)
And the Sox tied it up. And then the freaking Devil Rays won with a freaking homer. Bleargh. Oh, and Embree gave up the homer. WHAT A FREAKING SURPRISE. Man, I can't even be bothered to swear properly.

Those two runs in the ninth were pretty cool, though, and involved my boy Bellhorn. And Vasquez laid down a sacrifice bunt for the second time in the game, which was a) cool and b) new, because I think the Sox bunted like twice last year. Not so much for bunting, this team.

Ugh, the Yankees just got two runs in the bottom of the ninth, now 5-3. Just you freaking watch. *seethe*

Okay. Deep breath. Happy thoughts. Tigers. Pudge. Homer. And holy shit, the Astros have brought it up to 6-8. Five runs in the sixth inning. Too bad I want to get some sleep. I'll have to wait till tomorrow for the final score. Oh, and Bernie Williams just flied out to end the game, so the Yankees lose after all.

And . . . wait, if the D-Rays won . . . I'll have to check the standings, but I think this makes them tied for last place again.

Yes. Yes, the Yankees and Devil Rays are tied for last place at seven wins and ten losses each.

The Tigers win, the Astros have apparently decided not to suck after all, and the Yankees are in the basement once more. The good definitely outweighs the bad here. I'm so glad I randomly picked up other teams to root for (and against). And I love the Tigers. And I also love the Red Sox. And I love my silly Astros, too.

And the Yankees suck. =D
catslash: (fried gold - credit LondonPie)
( Apr. 22nd, 2005 09:40 pm)
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU PUDGE.

The Tigers were ahead for a while. And then the Twins tied it up. And then the Tigers were ahead by one. And then they put in the second relief guy, who promptly gave up a homer. And then it went into the tenth inning. And then Pudge got a homer. =D The end! Tigers pull it out, 5-4.

The awesomeness of this is magnified by the fact that my other teams aren't doing so hot tonight. The Astros are behind the stupid Cardinals 8-1 in the sixth (well, at least it's not by one run), and the Red Sox have apparently decided that the best way to celebrate a shut-out two-game series is to lose to the Devil Rays. Eighth inning, 2-4. I am not feeling the optimism here.

On the other hand, the Yankees are losing a whole lot to the Rangers, 5-1. Which reminds me: Maybe we're losing to the Devil Rays, but at least we're not doing it by four runs with our big scary overhyped ace on the mound.

But, overall, the Tigers are (not for the first time this season, either) the reason for my distinct lack of grumbly depression. I love the Tigers. And I love Pudge. =D

And if they don't fucking pull Mantei ASAP I am going to scream.

Edited to observe that A-Rod's primary contribution of late is to walk a whole lot. When he's not striking out. Too bad I love Bellhorn to pieces, because otherwise it might be funny to call the Princess Alex "Bellhorn" Rodriguez for a while. Boy, he sure is earning the hell out of that twenty-five million he'll be getting this year.

Oh yeah, and Mantei got a runner to hit into a double play. So I won't scream.
catslash: (boomah)
( Apr. 20th, 2005 07:03 pm)
So. Up against the Orioles tonight. I won't lie, this makes me nervous. The O's owned us last year. And they're currently at top of the division standings, with nine wins and five losses, with the Blue Jays right nearby at nine wins and six losses. Boston is just behind with eight wins and six losses. It would be nice if we could change that whole ownership thing tonight.

Plus, Wells is pitching tonight, which adds to the nerves a bit. 'Cos I don't know if you guys knew this, but I kind of love him and am pulling for him so hard to even his season record out to two-two.

Meanwhile, the Yankees happen to be tied with Tampa Bay for LAST at five-nine. I want the Yankees to lose so badly I can taste it, and I want the Devil Rays to win tonight, just so the Yanks can spend a little time in last place.

However. The Yankees are playing the Blue Jays tonight. And I'm kind of not so keen on the Jays hitting top of the division with ten wins. And the Devil Rays are playing the Texas Rangers, who are just behind us with seven wins, so they could potentially pull even.

So do I really hate the Yankees enough to briefly mess with the Red Sox's place in the standings? Well - yes. Yes, I really do. So I'm not really sure what my point was.

Baseball was a lot simpler when I didn't follow the standings so much. Or, you know, at all. But I'm sure it'll get easier when more games have been played and the gaps have widened a bit.

In other news, the Tigers are playing the Chicago White Sox. I am new to the Tigers love, but I am given to understand that we hate the White Sox lots. So: GRR! Go Tigers!

And the Astros are playing the Milwaukee Brewers. I would like to advance a possible new superstition: Last night, when I was IMing with [livejournal.com profile] hoedogg, I said, "I predict the Astros will lose by one run." And amazingly, they did not. They even won.

So:

I predict that the Astros will lose by one run.

There, I think I'm done. And the White Sox have already gotten three runs. Sigh.

Oh wait: Go Boomer!

Edit: Uh. If you can spot the glaring error in my logic, you get a cookie. And not the sympathy kind, but the good kind.
catslash: (fried gold - credit LondonPie)
( Apr. 19th, 2005 10:48 pm)
And the Astros did NOT lose by one run this time. In fact, they won by two! 5-3. (Sorry about your Braves, [livejournal.com profile] hoedogg.)

Yep, this day definitely tips into the plus column. But tomorrow is going to suck if I don't go to bed now. I'm going to be permanently sleep deprived all season, aren't I?
catslash: (boomah)
( Apr. 17th, 2005 05:41 pm)
And the Red Sox swept the Devil Rays (3-1), and the Tigers squished the Royals some more (6-1), and the Orioles continued to own the Yankees (8-4 AHAHAHA).

ASTROS WTF. Get it together please.
catslash: (Oi! - credit LondonPie)
( Apr. 17th, 2005 04:44 pm)
I just got back from meeting up with a friend from high school. I have a story, but first: I just checked my e-mail and found an Astros postgame alert. Me, clicking on it: "I bet they lost by one run yay!"

Score: Astros 5, Reds 6.

Me: "I WAS KIDDING."

STOP IT ASTROS.

Okay, story. Aubin and I had agreed to meet up in a parking lot. I got there first on foot, and so sat down and lit up a cigarette to wait. She pulls in seconds later and aims for a parking spot next to a van.

She misjudges the location of the lines and brushes the van. And I mean brushes. Like there was a small paint exchange, but that was it. I was about twenty feet away and saw it clearly.

So she tries again and parks successfully.

Meanwhile, there's this guy getting out of the van and checking the damage. I walk over as Aubin's getting out of her car; she immediately goes over and apologizes profusely, embarrassed by making such a goofball move.

The guy goes off on her. He's ranting on about how she had all this space, and how did she manage to hit his van, and blah blah blah, and pretty much makes out like she did it on purpose. Aubin, upset now, explains that it was an accident and apologizes some more.

He keeps going on about the same crap. I am standing there smoking my cigarette and getting truly pissed. I really want to jump down this guy's throat, but I hold off to see if a) he's going to get it out of his system and chill, or b) he's going to get even more worked up, in which case my jumping in would only make things worse.

He keeps on the same self-righteous level, gesturing indignantly to the minimal scrape: "What was the purpose of this?"

ENOUGH. I'm usually very non-confrontational, but for fuck's sake. "Are you not listening? It was an accident!"

Blah blah blah all that space blah blah blah how could she blah blah blah yelling at a girl so much smaller than me sure makes my dick feel big.

Then he asks Aubin how old she is - she's eighteen, but looks like she could be younger; I bet that if she'd been a big guy he wouldn't have said a single word - and who the car belongs to. Aubin, near tears at this point, says that it's her mother's.

He pounces. "How do you think your mother's going to feel about this?"

HEAD ASPLODY. Aubin is not a child and her mother is none of his goddamn business. "That was not called for, sir," I say sharply.

"Well, this wasn't called for!"

"It was an accident! Bringing up her mother was very much deliberate!" I cannot tell you how pissed I was at this point. It takes a lot to make me snap at anyone, let alone a stranger. Ripping the skin off one of my friends, however, does the job nicely.

Since I was right and he was out of line, he has no answer for this.

Aubin goes off to the side a little and starts crying. At this point, I'll admit that I sank to a level just a bit lower: "Oh, nice going. You're such an asshole." Then I go put my arms around Aubin.

Meanwhile, the guy's wife or whatever has called the police, so while we wait, Aubin calms down and we take a look at her bumper, which is every bit as damaged as his. That is to say, just barely. Maybe a layer or two of paint came off. So I assure Aubin that it's no big deal. She seems much more okay, and we even joke around a little. I finish my cigarette and light another immediately, because that's how angry I still am.

The police officer arrives and could not be nicer. He makes sure everyone's okay, looks at both vehicles, sees the teenytinyness of the damage, and also assures Aubin that there's no problem.

He talks to the guy for a while - or the guy rants at him, they were too far away to hear. Aubin tries to decide whether or not she's going to end up puking. I work on a third cigarette.

Once the guy leaves, the officer calls Aubin over to his car to be nice at her some more, which makes her cry again. He wants to know why she's so upset, and I explain that the guy was an asshole, only this time I manage to check myself and say "jerk" instead.

Aubin: "He just got out of his car and started yelling at me."

The officer cements his title as Awesomest Police Officer Ever by saying, "Why didn't you tell me? I'd've ripped him a new ass." LOVE. I must remember to call the department and tell them how cool this guy is.

He continues by explaining to Aubin that she just needs to call her insurance company, that they won't care about such a minor accident, and just generally sets her at ease by being very clear about what happens next and that there won't be any horrible consequences. Officer Kevin Haley, you win.

And I've been saving one little detail till last. You want to know the best part? The punchline? The icing on the cake? The part that made me smirk when I first got a look at the asshole and the hat he was wearing?

He was a Yankee fan.

And I was wearing my Varitek shirt. So I bet when he tells this story, he'll be saying, "And the bitch that yelled at me was a fucking Red Sox fan!" HAHAHA.
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