Congrats to the Red Sox and all their fans. Enjoy and revel in it, particularly that you will never again have to hear some Yankee fan assholes chant 1918 at you. 8 straight games will go down as an awesome feat. You beat the Empire and I salute you.
For some reason though, these lyrics keep popping into my head:
UPDATE-11/03/2004 Below is one of the few screeds I did on the election. I believed based on the basis of a Slate post that Christpher Hitchens had endorsed Kerry for the reason stated below. I found out today (11/3) that he did not. In fact, his endorsement of Bush, though I disagree with his reasoning, can be found here .
My apology to Mr. Hitchens.
I've seen some high-profile bloggers/columnists this week who have decided to endorse Kerry because it would essentially force the Democrat party and Kerry in particular to actually be adults about the war in Iraq and the fight against the Islamobarbarians.
To single out just two, Hitchens and Drezner, here's what they said:
Hitchens: The money quote-".....Kerry should get his worst private nightmare and have to report for duty."
I read these guys often and respect them, but have to say that the notion that we should elect Kerry so he and his supporters will have to grow up when they actually have to take responsibility is, frankly,.....to be polite....uh.....how can I put this.....I don't mean to be disrespectful........really freakin' stupid.
Lets say...just for shits and giggles, I know two people, one doing a difficult job and the other in a different, lower pay grade, bitching up a storm at the first's performance. I go and ask a couple of people what they think and one tells me (essentially) "Well the first guy has a tough job but he's screwing it up big time. The second guy is making life real tough for the first guy but he really doesn't have a clue. If he actually had to do the first guys job he'd understand how tough it was and it would serve him right to have to do it".
The next person tells me " Well, yeah I think the first guy is screwing up and well, the second guy really has his head up his ass. There's really no doubt that the second guy is going to fall on his ass but I really really think there's a very good chance that he just might possibly, well is very likely to be able to, if he falls a certain way, actually extract his head from his ass, brush himself off, and do the job".
So I say "Hmmmm. To sum it up, you think I should replace the first guy with the second guy, even though you both acknowledge that he's been unhelpful to all of our goals. He's got a completely unrealistic perspective on the most serious aspect of the job but we should promote him because this would possibly make him act in a serious way instead of being just another clueless, bombthrowing asshole?"
Geez, what a week at work. Actually more like what a month. We've had some issues and the stock has been pounded lately. My paltry options have gone from shameful to Vanessa Alexandra Kerry sheer black dress horror.
Now we have a new CEO, promoted up from one of the divisions. Micro-manager type, the kind who insist on making the decision but then stubbornly refuse to actually learn enough to understand the staff's recommendation. I've seen that before, patience and persistent logic usually do the trick.
So with that as background, here's how my week has gone:
It's actually been a good couple of weeks on the ffl front with 3 straight wins to get me to 4-2. I beat the division leader handily two weeks ago and so I'm only one game out. I'm also right in the hunt for total points so far. Curtis Martin and Marcus Robinson need to stay hot and as long as they do I'll keep riding them. Knock on wood, after the first three weeks of injuries destroying my squad I haven't lost anyone to injury lately. Like I said, knock on wood.
Update: Got thumped this week 29-45, against the only team without a win in the league. For the first time this year my stud running backs scored zero, zilch, nada.
Wow. Hats off to the Red Sox. Talk about some character and guts. I love New York City, but I despise the Yankees as a team and Steinbrenner in particular. I was hoping the Sox could beat the Empire after my Twins failed, but when they went three down I didn't think they could do it.
What's with this kind of marketing campaign? Does this crap really work? I hadn't noticed until I read the previously linked post, but the bottle of ketchup I bought Saturday does indeed have an inane slogan on it:
"Has Restaurant Experience".
Geesh, I have "restaurant experience" too and not all of it is pretty. In fact, most of it that has to do with ketchup is not pretty at all. Granted, my working restaurant experience is from 20 some years ago, but I'll bet you my left nut (the one hung low......sorry, you probably didn't need to know that) that there's still a glass bottle of ketchup in the Bridgeman's on 66th Street in Richfield MN that has now been refilled approximately 7,477 times since I worked there. Anyone who has actually worked at a restaurant and has done the "Ritual of the Ketchup Bottles" knows of what I speak. I'd tell you more but then I'd have to kill you.
"Has Restaurant Experience" my ass.
And what's with the sample shown at the site above?
"Hides Grill Marks"? WTF? What self-respecting Griller hides their grill marks? Grill marks are an art, as much as little bits of fancy French food on big plates. People have seen the meaning of life in the food I've cooked for them on the grill. The meeting of the primitive and the civilized. The simple and the complex. Patterns, grill patterns on their food, that spoke to them. Sure, they were freakin' stoned out of their minds but it was real to them.
Geesh. You cook food on the grill, make it good, grill marks and all. Put some ketchup (non-restaurant) or whatever on it. Enjoy.
HOOT : Hmm. That face you make. Look I so old to young eyes?
JOHAN: No... of course not.
HOOT : I do, yes, I do! Sick have I become. Old and weak. When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you will not. Hmm? Soon will I rest. Yes, forever sleep. Earned it, I have.
JOHAN: Master Hoot, you can't die.
HOOT : Strong am I with the Force... but not that strong! Twilight is upon me and soon night must fall. That is the way of things ... the way of the Force.
JOHAN: But I need your help. I've come back to complete the training.
HOOT : No more training do you require. Already know you that which you need.
JOHAN: Then I am a Twin?
HOOT : Ohhh. Not yet. One thing remains: Steinbrenner. You must confront Steinbrenner. Then, only then, a Twin will you be. And confront him you will.
JOHAN: Master Hoot... is George Steinbrenner my father?
HOOT: Mmm... rest I need. Yes... rest.