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A few random observations.

* HAHAHA Steinbrenner's horse, Bellamy Road, finished SEVENTH. It's time to duck, you guys, because Mount Steinbrenner is going to BLOW. (Go A's! Don't let yesterday discourage you!)

* The Tigers won! The score was 2-1, so obviously I missed another incredible game from a favorite pitcher, since Bonderman pitched last night. That makes his record 5-2, by the way. What a pitcher he is, and just getting started. He's going to be really fucking amazing one day.

* Got a chance to catch most of the Astros/Braves game on TBS last night. SO MUCH BUNTING. And ugh, TBS was carrying the Braves feed, so I had to listen to their obnoxious crap. At least, I did when I wasn't being put to sleep by the fact that the announcers clearly thought they were announcing golf. I have never heard so little excitement during a baseball game. That goes for the crowd, too. Where's the cheering? Where's the gear for your team? Why are you just talking quietly amongst yourselves? You do know you're at the game, right?

Oh, and now I know why the Astros lose so much: They suck. Yeah, it's not fair to judge on one game, but the offense was all, "What do we do with this wooden thing again?" and the defense was like, "Wait, are we supposed to catch that little white thing when it flies toward us?" And that's a shame, because Andy Pettitte - YES I GOT TO WATCH MY ANDY PETTITTE PITCH - threw a decent game (three runs in seven innings) and his team pretty much crapped all over it. Final score: 4-1, with the Astros threatening just enough in the ninth to really piss me off when they lost. Sorry, hoedogg, but I don't think I like your Braves.

Wish I could have watched the Tigers game instead. Except that that started at ten and no friggin' way, I barely made it till nine-thirty to finish the Astros game.

Really, really going to have to look into this MLBTV thing. Didn't like watching my Astros lose, but I still liked watching 'em, and I need to be able to see more of my Tigers.

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AUGH MY EYES.

Frightening things I have seen today:

* slappymcbluelip has a new icon.

* Mark Bellhorn playing shortstop in game two of the doubleheader.

* Brand shiny new pitcher from the Sea Dogs takes over for Halama and loads up the bases.

At this point in the day, we were just leaving my grandparents' house after dinner. I took one look at the loaded bases, thought, "Oh, this'll end well," and went to put my shoes on. As I was hugging Grandma good-bye, I hear a horrible, horrible phrase: "Over the wall." I run into the living room (without actually pushing my grandmother aside, obviously), and look at my grandfather, who says, "Grand slam. For the wrong team." I do the Dance of Fuck Fuck Fuck (which, when performed in front of one's grandfather, consists of spazzing in place and mouthing, rather than screaming, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!") Bleargh.

* Upon getting home and checking my mail, I find that the Yankees shut out the A's, 6-0.

* Oh, and the Astros? 16-0. Except, oops, they're the ones who got shut out. AT SIXTEEN TO ZERO. And I don't even remember being in Atlanta today, so they must have had an actual pitcher on the mound. Fucking scary. Really, really glad that that's not the game I got to watch, as on the whole I preferred the 4-1 loss.

* Then I looked into my shopping bags and realized that I had forgotten to buy the ibuprofen I need for my hand. I did some damn thing to it and now everyone thinks I have tendinitis (OMG I AM JUST LIKE TEH FARNS), so I tend to agree, so I am wearing a brace which helps but I need some ibuprofen before the pain really starts wearing on my nerves and I become homicidal.

On the other hand, the Sox did win their first game 6-3, and the Tigers beat the ever-loving crap out of the Angels 10-1, so those were nice things to see. Also, yesterday when I arrived at Mom's, my four-year-old brother Colby, who can be fairly indifferent in handing out affection, raced right over and gave me a hug and said, "I thought I'd never see you." How's that for making a girl feel loved? I know I pretty much melted into a puddle on the spot.

Plus, getting to see the grandparents, and dinner today was good, and WADE MILLER FINALLY. So, of course, overall a good day.

But yeesh. Scariness abounded.