So I’m busy writing up a review right now, and even if I weren’t I’m not positive I’d be able to watch this game.
My roommate, on the other hand, an Astros fan whose dodgy sports loyalties are well-documented, is sitting in our living room enjoying the Cardinals/Brewers game. For crying out loud! I can’t even concentrate on my work because of the misery!
So am I justified in being unbelievably angry at him? And more importantly, what should I do as revenge? I’m thinking about putting a snake in his bed….
Wow, dude, they are really pathetic. I would tell you about my trip to Houston, but all I see when I start talking about the Cardinals is a BLINDING RED MIST OF RAGE, so the Texas update will have to wait. The things that are making me feel better include this, this, and this. (The first and last links are really representations of what makes me happy, but the middle one does the trick all by itself).
Today’s the day when I fly off to Houston to meet Danyah, see the Cardinals, and hang out with my roommate’s family.
Those Cardinals… Sigh. I’m not terribly hopeful about this weekend, but I’m excited nevertheless. I dunno, I just have so little faith in my team actually going anywhere this year that I figure I should just enjoy my trip.
In fact, since I’m certain my losing streak will stop at eight (Oh, wait…. Reyes vs. Roy Effing Oswalt? Weaver vs. Clemens? Uhhhh… but eight is this year’s special losing streak number, right! It can’t possibly go higher!), I can start planning my trips for next year. Bet, Zanner and I are discussing Phoenix, Oakland, Chicago, Milwaukee and Philly. I’m never again going to match my new-ballpark spree from this year, but I can definitely chip away at my “touch ‘em all” goal. Houston will be the tenth current ballpark I’ve seen, so I’ve got a ways to go.
Or we could go to Cooperstown! I’ve heard the town is adorable and there are some great microbreweries around there, as well. It’s a thought.
So last night I was worn out from a weekend of reviewing theatre (I LOVE THE NEW YORK MUSICAL THEATRE FESTIVAL!) and a thought occurred to me: VIDEOBLOGGING. Inspired by my brilliance, I set up my tripod and filmed a little “hello” to you all. It was all very lonelygirl15 and fun. (Ok, it wasn’t at all, it was actually really lame.)
And then I came to my senses. What the heck was I thinking? A video? Honestly? Just what I need: Photographic evidence as to how silly I am. Rest assured, I have learned my lesson. I will promise you all never to put up a video blog of myself without very, very good reason. I’ll try to film some ballgame scenes at Minute Maid Park this weekend, though! Especially when Pujols is batting. I’m sitting in the Crawford Boxes with Danyah on Sunday and hoping for a Pujols special over the railroad tracks!
In other news, I haven’t been able to watch a single game since my last liveblog (I HATE THE NEW YORK MUSICAL THEATRE FESTIVAL!), so I have very little to say about Matty Mo, Rolen’s big night or Sunday’s rainout. I hope to catch at least some of Wednesday’s game, but in any case I’ll be making up for it this weekend. So move along, peeps! Nothing to see here….
Hey! I’m not the only lazy one! bellyscratcher hasn’t posted since july!
In any case, I’m watching the cards/astros game right now. You know what that means: LIVEBLOG. Or, LAMEBLOG. Take your pick. Score is 3-2 Astros…
9:29 pm est: Wow, Encarnacion! Triples rock.
9:31 pm est: My roommate, an “Astros fan”, has already gone to bed. Not surprising, as he also went to sleep during the World Series, too. (This last world series! WHEN HIS TEAM WAS PLAYING! I have no idea whether I’ve ever mentioned this on redbirdbrain before, but it bears repeating. I would argue that sleeping during a World Series game your team is playing disqualifies you from ever calling yourself a fan of said team. Who’s with me?)
9:32 pm est: Hey hey hey Yadi. You’re making Dan McL look smart! 3-3 all.
9:36 pm est: Should I have another beer?
9:40 pm est: I find it interesting that all these players keep having surgery with OTHER team doctors. Mulder, Rolen, etc. Paletta must be a real quack or something.
9:45 pm est: Ok, it’s no secret that I’ve always thought Walt Jocketty is a dashing man. So today when I was bored at work I photoshopped a picture of Walt and put pink hearts all over it. I thought I’d post it here as a little joke, but now I’m embarrassed. So I’ll just tell you about it instead, which is equally embarrassing.
9:48 pm est: WOW! Scott Rolen is maaaaaaaad. AWESOME. I’ll miss you for the rest of the game, Scotty!
9:52 pm est: What is that umpire smoking? And why did I already eat all my ice cream? Dangit!
10:07 pm est: Nice job, Snax!
10:16 pm est: Oh, dangit. I forgot to pick up my laundry. JOHNSON! Don’t let anything interesting happen while I’m gone!
10:28 pm est: Oh good, still 5-4.
10:31 pm est: Interesting. Just checked the blog stats page. And as it turns out, NO ONE IS READING THIS. I guess I deserve it for skipping out on the ole blog for weeks at a time.
10:33 pm est: There goes the seventh, and we’re running out of time. Yer killing me, Birds.
10:46 pm est: I shouldn’t have made fun of my roommate for sleeping. Man, I’m beat! Good thing I didn’t have that second beer after all, I’d never have made it this long.
10:48 pm est: What’s really unforgivable about this liveblog thing is that I AM ALWAYS THIS BAD AT IT EVERY SINGLE TIME I TRY. You’d think I’d learn not to liveblog anymore, but nooooo.
10:53 pm est: I don’t know if I buy this commercial with the kids who decide not to cheat in class. Eh. Not terribly believable, is it?
11:01 pm est: I see an exciting bottom-of-the-ninth winning coming up! (Ok, I totally don’t.)
11:07 pm est: Is this… Lidge? Can I hope for a meltdown?
11:10 pm est:Wow. I’m actually stressed out. (Typical stressout gesture is for me to cover my ears).
11:12 pm est: Any excuse to see that NLCS homer… Sigh… Almost enough to put me in my happy place, even now.
11:15 pm est: LIDGEBREAKER!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! GOOD NIGHT, FOLKS!
