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I have yet to even unpack from my awesome Fall Break and I have so much to do, but I just want to give props to The Florida Marlins. Sorry Cubs fans, but take one look into your dugout and you will see why I couldn’t bring myself to root for them. They didn’t show any emotion at all and they didn’t seem to be enjoying themselves. And this is October baseball, where emotions should be flowing.

The Marlins however are a ragtag bunch of kids mixed with a few season veterans who are having the time of their lives. The only thing they have better then their opponents is speed, which in today’s game is considered by most experts to be “useless”….I for one thank god that the Marlins are defunking that myth. One shot of Dontrell Willis cheering on his teammates or Ivan Rodriguez telling his pitchers it’s okay and “Don’t worry man, I’ll personally get those runs back for ya. Relax.” just sends chills down my back.

But I feel your pain all too well Cubs fans. Show me some emotion next year and I’ll be rooting for you all the way.

But anyways, I really don’t have the time to be typing this post, so I gotta keep it short. I just wanted to say that I changed the song to the right to a new John Mayer song and put the lyrics to it up here. I love this song, so go check it out. I’ll post about my trip tomorrow sometime when I can find the time. Until then…

GO MARLINS!!!!!!!!!!!

*Note to self…pay your cable bill before Tuesday*

I’m up in Virginia for my Fall Break visiting my family with Fellner. We’re heading over to D.C. tomorrow and Tuesday to check out some of the museums and whatnot. I’ll put an actual post up within a day or two when I have more time. Right now, I’m just gonna enjoy my time off and relax with my family and friends =)

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Dear California,

You are fucking retarded.

Thank you for your time.

All hell is breaking loose here in this insect-infested apartment I call “home”. First my glove almost sends me to an early grave as it falls apart and breaks, which was followed in 24 hours by my Internet crashing for 23 of them, my cable going out for 12 of them, my TV deciding that it no longer enjoys showing color, my cellphone deciding to stop working at all inside my entire apartment, realizing that I have enough money to last me 5 (maybe 6) more days before I go into the red, and possibly worst of all, my computer crashing (and staying crashed) for no aparent reason.

If anybody has ever gotten the problem “Explorer has caused a problem in WININET.DLL” and fixed it, please drop me a line. My IE will load, but when you try to go to any page, it freezes and gives me that error. I got on my laptop and downloaded the DLL file and saved it to a disk, but my desktop won’t allow me to overright it since it says that windows is using it. I’ve done a full virus scan, checked for any updates from microsoft, checked microsoft’s help database, and googled my brains out looking for a solution. And the worst fucking thing is that I JUST FORMATTED IT! There is no reason for there to be any errors on the fucking thing. I wiped that baby clean a few weeks ago and haven’t loaded anything beyond a few basic programs and my songs on it.

However, the operation was successful. After 30 minutes of debating over which leather was of higher quality and closest to her original color followed by an hour of carefully removing the scared and damaged lace and restitching her up, I can safely say that she will be making a full and healthy recovery. As a get-well-soon present, I bought her some new glove oil and treated her to a nice bath and massage and tucked her in for the night last night.

Too bad I still can’t catch worth a shit. Alright, maybe that isn’t quite true, but after tonight, I saw my fielding percentage drop to a horrible .853 after committing my first error of the season on a routine fly-ball as I was running back to my right. There really was no excuss for not catching that ball and I beat myself up for the rest of the night, especially since it led to a solo inside the park homerun. Not that that really mattered though, since we ended up losing 7-2. Hell, technically we lost be forfeit since we didn’t have 3 girls show up, but that is a whole different story. My batting average dropped to .400 after I went 1-3 with two more shitty pop-ups. I swear, I cannot hit a ground ball to save my life. And some of the players on my team need a good crash course in the rules and fundamentals of baseball because it’s physically painful to watch some of our plays. Seriously, my stomach hurts sometimes after watching them.

And last, but certainly not least, I have three exams this week, two of which I have yet to start studying for, and two novels that will be on the exams that I have yet to crack the cover.

This weekend has blown.

This right here is why I’ve been saying the Marlins will win the World Series. If this isn’t the 2003 version of Anaheim, I don’t know what is. That game was amazing =)

Something very tragic happened to me today. As The Shyzers were taking pop-up practice, a routine fly ball glided out of my glove. I then made some smart-ass comment along the lines of “it’s was the glove.” However, there actually was no way that it was the glove. For you see, my glove is the best glove in the world - well, at least to me it is. It used to be my Dad’s glove and for years it was one of those things that I held in awe. I was scared just to touch it because I was afraid of somehow breaking it and having to face my dad to tell him the reason his glove had been destroyed was because some little kid was messing around with it. Sometime in highschool, we were packing things up and I picked up my dad’s glove and told him how much I loved it. The pocket was huge and it seemed like it could catch anything. Years and years of use had made the leather nice and soft and the fingers bent almost magically to be able to catch those balls that seemed almost out of reach. He just looked at me and said “If you like it so much, you can take it.” I was speechless. What could I say?!

So here I was with the perfect glove. I’ll be honest though, I’ve been getting worried about it lately. The stitching is so old and dry that the leather is close to snapping. The tips of the fingers are frayed and close to ripping. And the entrance to where I insert my hand is so ripped, it chafs my wrist whenever I wear it for an extended peiod of time. But I don’t want to think about it. Every time I think about it, it makes me think back to the 10th grade where I had to make the choice as to whether or not to put my dog to sleep. I knew it was best, but after 12 years, you just can’t let go. I mean, it’s your dog. She was a part of me, not just some pet. But I knew it was best for her. I had to stop being selfish and do what somebody who truely loved her would do for her.

As I finished with my smart-ass comment, I punched my fist into my glove like I always do and it felt different. I glanced down and my heart sank as my eyes bulged in horror. Two of the fingers were hanging free after the leather stitching had finally snapped. I sat down and tried to see what I could do, but it was futile. I came home in a state of shock and jumped on-line to see what I could do. Turns out, there are those who have experienced my pain before and who can help remedy it. It turns out that with some minor surgery, I can hopefully restitch her and get her back to normal. And if that fails, for a mere $55, I can ship her off to a few places out west that can overhaul her and do everything in their power to help her. It’s gonna be a tough few weeks, but we can make it through it.

And sticking with my theme of baseball, I have to say that despite the hatred I still feel for my Mariners not making the playoffs, I have to say I am loving this years playoffs! The Marlins (who I’d picked to win it all) have come back from losing the first game to winning an awesome game tonight. The Cubs (who I thought would beat the Braves and lose to Florida) have had Kerry Wood and Mark Prior simply dominate and shut down the Braves. I love it! Oakland (who I think will make it, but lose the World Series) have taken a 2-0 lead on the team I hate most right now, Boston. And New York, is tied with Minnesota, who might pull the upset (though I think NY will win this series). So there you have it, my playoffs predictions that I made over on DMB. I really am loving this years playoffs. Watching players actually show some pure emotion is something that is unmatched. And there have been some damn good games so far this year =)

Oh, and everybody go give Angela some love. She too is trapped here in hell South Carolina and she is going crazy.

I would like to register my displeasure with the United States Postal Service. I’m still debating on if I should sue them over false advertisement, but I’ll get to that later. Recently, I ordered a book off Amazon and it was sent out the next day. I had a tracking number to follow it and for 8 days, it sat in Richmond, VA. Now, I’m sure Richmond is a great place and all. Nobody’s faulting the city. But I would like to be the first to ask what the hell they do up there during the workday. Why must my book sit there for 8 days? Finally they realized that it was supposed to be sent down here to Columbia, so they shipped it down here and what happens? The postman doesn’t come to our apartments because it is raining pretty hard one day. So I am, sitting in my class trying to bullshit who exactly would have killed the princes in the tower if it wasn’t King Richard III all because my postman didn’t feel like getting wet.

To add insult to injury, a recent USPS ad on TV pissed me off. They made numberous false claims about the service they provide. They claimed to be able to deliever the mail in not only good weather, but also snow and rain. I was willing to let that slide and just say they screwed the commercial up, but they felt like testing their luck. They continued such false claims as:

Even the temporary loss of gravity can’t stop us.

Now call me crazy, but if they couldn’t make it here when it was raining, I doubt they’ll be able to give me my mail when I’m floating 20 feet off the ground. And how long is this temporar loss of gravity? I mean, I think they could hold out on like a 30 second loss. But if we’re pushing the 10+ hour boundary, I don’t see how they could even make it to my apartment to deliever the mail. This is something I would like to see.

An angry mob of robots made out of old washing machines couldn’t stop us.

Ok, scratch what I said previously…this is something I would like to see. Am I the only person whose first thought upon hearing this was “I wonder what made them angry?” Now aside from that, I too think this would somehow stop the postal service. Just think of all the destructive power this mob could pack. I’m sure they could somehow put to use all the old socks they’ve collected over the years; you know, like make a sock missle or something. Heck, they could just grab the mail and throw in inside themselves and turn on the washing machines, which would destroy all the mail. I’d put my money on the robots.

Not even a black hole that swallows the entire known universe can stop us.

Ok, now y’all are just being dicks.

I’m making a few changes on the site. I put a new song up over on the right, and I’m going to do away with my links page and just put all the links up here on the main page. Nothing really exciting, but I get bored if I leave things alone for too long. The Mariners were technically knocked out of the playoffs again for the second year in a row, this year by Boston. Those bastards! I’m over it though. It helped accepting it earlier then holding out hope only to have it be crushed like I did last year. I still say nobody will be able to beat the Florida Marlins. Watch them play one game and tell me they won’t win the World Series. The Shyzers have their first game this Sunday. I’m still waiting to hear when our first match of Softling will take place. Personally, I think the “Untouchabowls” won’t know what hit em, but that’s just me.

Ok, I am off to play some video games and eat a hot pocket. But I’ve got one question for everybody. Is anybody else getting pop-ups when they come to my site? Whenever I load my site, I get a pop-up or two and it’s starting to piss me off. I didn’t know if it’s my computer or my site, so any feedback would be appreciated.

I hate school. No, let me rephrase that. I hate reading things that are totally pointless and make absolutely no sense. Couple that with the fact that you are reading it because you are forced to be in a class that tries to teach you how to be a historian and you can see why this semester blows. Honestly, if I didn’t know what a historian did or how they do whatever it is they do, I highly doubt I would be majoring in it. Ok, so I have no idea what a historian does, but neither does anybody else, especially this guy who wrote this book. All I’ve learned so far in this class is that (1) My Monday and Wednesday afternoons are wasted on this class. (2) Drawing stickfigure battles are still as entertaining as they were in 5th grade.

We didn’t have our game last night because they couldn’t get the lights to come on. Of course, 10 minutes after the other team and umps leave, they just magically come on, so we had a practice. The field is about twice the size of a highschool field, which is what we have been practicing on, so I was actually glad we didn’t have a game because we would have gotten our asses handed to us. The outfield is huge and I personally roaming around out there, but I know none of us have any shot at hitting it out of the park. I still wonder about how much (or little) the other teams are practicing or even how good they are. I’d rather know what I was going up against.

I’m having trouble thinking of things to post on. I’m just out of ideas. I hate just sitting here and recapping my days like most bloggers do. I know I’ll think of something soon though.

At 8:00 EST, The Shyzers will play their first game of the Fall 2003 Softball Co-Rec season. I haven’t been this giddy since I was stuck in an elevator for 5 minutes with Vida Blue and Rickey Henderson.

Expect a long post tonight =)