So I went out to the mall today to find out if the people who hired me last week want me to actually work in the foreseeable future, and the guy's all, "It's gonna be a couple of weeks." Riiiiiight. The Cumberland Farms acrros the street is hiring, I think I'll apply there. I have gas station experience. Unfortunately.
Oh, well, at least I had fun wearing my Varitek shirt and watching for how many Red Sox shirts/caps I saw (a scrillion) and how many Yankees (three). When I was getting off the bus at the mall, I totally pulled a Scarlett O'Hara and sailed past some chick in a Yankees cap with my nose in the air. I didn't even think about it when I did it, either, which just goes to show that it's probably a good thing that I finished rereading GWTW's sequel last night (after rereading GWTW itself, of course), because if I'm pulling that shit now you just know that any further exposure would have me saying "Fiddle-dee-dee!" and comparing various things to June bugs. Although the amusing parallel - snubbing the person in the Yankee paraphernalia - is not lost on me.
I don't have much to say about last night's game, not because we lost again but because OMG so bored. Stellar pitching is nice and all, but it just makes for a game where nothing. Happens. The high point of the game was Johnny Damon's fifteen-pitch at bat, which, okay, was awesome, but that was it. So, if you're a pitching fan, the last couple of nights have been riveting viewing. If not, well, not so much.
On the other hand, it's excellent that a) we are facing off with the Yankees, as opposed to some other random team, and b) the Yankees are in top shape. Who, in the Championship Series, wants to play a team that's playing like the Yanks were at the beginning of the season? I can't decide what would be worse - beating a team that can do better or losing to it.
Tomorrow we move to Fenway. Goodbye obnoxious Yankees fans! (No, I do not mean you, I like you, I mean the fuckwads in the stands; I may be biased, but I swear to God that the Fenway crowd is always more civilized than the Yankee Stadium one. Too bad we'll still be stuck with FOX commentating. Haaaaaaaaaate.) Bronson "Brandon" Arroyo is up next to pitch. I wonder if he still has that goofy bleached hair/cornrow look going on. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
manderspander decided while we were on the phone last night that she needs to make an "I *heart* Brandon Arroyo" t-shirt. Bwahaha.) It'll go nicely with Kevin Millar's new chin pillow beard.
In conclusion, after a week and a half of patiently searching the guide on my TV (yes, a week and a half, the debates have been pre-empting everything, plus I just remembered yesterday that with cable I get two PBS stations), I found Red Dwarf on the schedule! Since I currently only have access to the first five (out of eight) seasons (or in Britspeak, series), this is very exciting. Saturday's game better fucking be over by eleven-thirty or I'm going to have some very difficult choices to make.
Oh, well, at least I had fun wearing my Varitek shirt and watching for how many Red Sox shirts/caps I saw (a scrillion) and how many Yankees (three). When I was getting off the bus at the mall, I totally pulled a Scarlett O'Hara and sailed past some chick in a Yankees cap with my nose in the air. I didn't even think about it when I did it, either, which just goes to show that it's probably a good thing that I finished rereading GWTW's sequel last night (after rereading GWTW itself, of course), because if I'm pulling that shit now you just know that any further exposure would have me saying "Fiddle-dee-dee!" and comparing various things to June bugs. Although the amusing parallel - snubbing the person in the Yankee paraphernalia - is not lost on me.
I don't have much to say about last night's game, not because we lost again but because OMG so bored. Stellar pitching is nice and all, but it just makes for a game where nothing. Happens. The high point of the game was Johnny Damon's fifteen-pitch at bat, which, okay, was awesome, but that was it. So, if you're a pitching fan, the last couple of nights have been riveting viewing. If not, well, not so much.
On the other hand, it's excellent that a) we are facing off with the Yankees, as opposed to some other random team, and b) the Yankees are in top shape. Who, in the Championship Series, wants to play a team that's playing like the Yanks were at the beginning of the season? I can't decide what would be worse - beating a team that can do better or losing to it.
Tomorrow we move to Fenway. Goodbye obnoxious Yankees fans! (No, I do not mean you, I like you, I mean the fuckwads in the stands; I may be biased, but I swear to God that the Fenway crowd is always more civilized than the Yankee Stadium one. Too bad we'll still be stuck with FOX commentating. Haaaaaaaaaate.) Bronson "Brandon" Arroyo is up next to pitch. I wonder if he still has that goofy bleached hair/cornrow look going on. (
manderspander decided while we were on the phone last night that she needs to make an "I *heart* Brandon Arroyo" t-shirt. Bwahaha.) It'll go nicely with Kevin Millar's new In conclusion, after a week and a half of patiently searching the guide on my TV (yes, a week and a half, the debates have been pre-empting everything, plus I just remembered yesterday that with cable I get two PBS stations), I found Red Dwarf on the schedule! Since I currently only have access to the first five (out of eight) seasons (or in Britspeak, series), this is very exciting. Saturday's game better fucking be over by eleven-thirty or I'm going to have some very difficult choices to make.
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