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!
