So the lead, Caroline, in Dollhouse went to Colby. Ha! my college has entered pop geek subculture
POETRY MONTH! I am taking a British Romantic Poetry class and I love it. I honestly did not expect to enjoy Wordsworth this much. Perhaps his most famous but I remember reading this poem in one of those Anastasia books when I was little and have loved it ever since.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Does the image of Wordsworth frolicking in a field of daffodils make anyone else crack up?
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Does the image of Wordsworth frolicking in a field of daffodils make anyone else crack up?
You know when in early Grey's Anatonmy, Meredith and George go down to look at newborn babies whenever they're feeling depressed? Yeah, well whenever I read about, say, A Saudi Arabian court sentencing a 75 year-old woman to 40 lashes, prison for asking two family friends to buy her bread
I just watch this over and over again:
I just watch this over and over again:
Dear boys who live right below me,
Your music is so loud I can feel it while sitting in my chair. It is rap music, bad rap music at that, and given that your names are Chase and Tripp, you have no business playing it so loud at 8 o'clock, on a Monday night, in the middle of nowhere Maine. I realize I stand on shaky ground in terms of music taste but I do not force people three flights away to listen to it.
Please stop.
Also really? Chase and Tripp?
-Caroline
ETA: Thank-you
Your music is so loud I can feel it while sitting in my chair. It is rap music, bad rap music at that, and given that your names are Chase and Tripp, you have no business playing it so loud at 8 o'clock, on a Monday night, in the middle of nowhere Maine. I realize I stand on shaky ground in terms of music taste but I do not force people three flights away to listen to it.
Please stop.
Also really? Chase and Tripp?
-Caroline
ETA: Thank-you
First off, I'm studying pirates! At least for now. We end with Jane Austen. wtf? most random class ever.
Quote
Professor: So, pirates; taking the quick and morally ambiguous route to fabulous wealth. Can we think of any modern day examples?
Me: i-bankers?
Professor: Well actually I was going to go with crack dealers but ok.
Now admittedly most of my pirate knowledge comes from Hollywood (old school Hollywood where pirates were always black-hearted thieves ready to sell their own mother, not say, Mascara-Johnny Depp)
Actually we read this essay by Kenneth Kinkor who examined black pirates as a method of placing pirates in a socio-historic context. For instance anywhere between a 1/3 to 1/2 of a pirate ship would be made of freed slaves or others opting for freedom and wealth. There were black captains, black officers, allowed to carry guns, equal to the rest of the crew. Meaning pirate ships were in fact often more socially-progressive than all of Enlightenment Europe/America. (Which is not to say that pirates didn't go around robbing tons of people. On the other hand they did stick it to the East India Company possibly the most evil corporation in the history of everything.)
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Professor: So, pirates; taking the quick and morally ambiguous route to fabulous wealth. Can we think of any modern day examples?
Me: i-bankers?
Professor: Well actually I was going to go with crack dealers but ok.
Now admittedly most of my pirate knowledge comes from Hollywood (old school Hollywood where pirates were always black-hearted thieves ready to sell their own mother, not say, Mascara-Johnny Depp)
Actually we read this essay by Kenneth Kinkor who examined black pirates as a method of placing pirates in a socio-historic context. For instance anywhere between a 1/3 to 1/2 of a pirate ship would be made of freed slaves or others opting for freedom and wealth. There were black captains, black officers, allowed to carry guns, equal to the rest of the crew. Meaning pirate ships were in fact often more socially-progressive than all of Enlightenment Europe/America. (Which is not to say that pirates didn't go around robbing tons of people. On the other hand they did stick it to the East India Company possibly the most evil corporation in the history of everything.)
So funny story. As most of you know I'm a Orioles baseball fan and over the summer I managed to change my ringtone to their theme song. "Orioles Magic" is this super campy song written in the 70s ( My ringtone starts at around 54 sec ) and is, well, loud and outdated. My cell phone naturally has the tendency to go off at embarrassing junctures, like tonight during a "tense" part of the movie, "The Day the Earth Stood Still (horrible movie, not worth the money even to mock) So I end up doing that awkward cell phone pat down where in the rush to find and silence the damn thing you can't remember where the hell you put it. Jacket pocket? Pants pocket? Purse pocket? Outside pocket? On the fucking floor?
The worse however was this summer. We were lucky enough to attend a Legg Mason quarter finals match, the annual tennis tournament in DC. Andy Roddick vs some European I'd never heard of. Nice seats courtside too, since my dad is friends with the guy who brought the tournament to DC. Roddick breezes through the first set. Utterly destroys the guy. Second set it starts getting interesting. Mr. Unpronounceable Name starts fighting back and Roddick (like he always does) self-destructs and suddenly its 5-5 in games. Tennis stars are a bit like golf stars in that they demand silence especially for the serve so naturally just as Mr. Europe is tossing up the ball, my cell goes off and ORIOLES MAGIC blares out. Awesome. I panic, rummage through my purse, can't find, dump my purse, items flying out, still can't find it, and finally resign myself to utter humiliation as I wait for the ringing to stop. Ugh. Where is it? Pocket of course.
Oh Orioles. I do love you but you are horrendously embarrassing.
The worse however was this summer. We were lucky enough to attend a Legg Mason quarter finals match, the annual tennis tournament in DC. Andy Roddick vs some European I'd never heard of. Nice seats courtside too, since my dad is friends with the guy who brought the tournament to DC. Roddick breezes through the first set. Utterly destroys the guy. Second set it starts getting interesting. Mr. Unpronounceable Name starts fighting back and Roddick (like he always does) self-destructs and suddenly its 5-5 in games. Tennis stars are a bit like golf stars in that they demand silence especially for the serve so naturally just as Mr. Europe is tossing up the ball, my cell goes off and ORIOLES MAGIC blares out. Awesome. I panic, rummage through my purse, can't find, dump my purse, items flying out, still can't find it, and finally resign myself to utter humiliation as I wait for the ringing to stop. Ugh. Where is it? Pocket of course.
Oh Orioles. I do love you but you are horrendously embarrassing.
It's hard to imagine another candidate that I disagreed more profoundly on idealogical level than Sarah Palin. She represents that core of neo-conservative that stands opposed to almost every single belief I have. I was personally terrified at the thought she was an elderly heartbeak away from presidency. So while, yes, I find it inspiring to have a woman rise so high, I am more comforted by the fact that I can vote against her.
And yet, Sarah Palin has done something extraordinary this election year. She has redefined feminism, or rather she has returned the word to its original, simple idea: women are people too. Because feminism should not be an alienating term, or a derisive one. It should be a word the defines everyone in this nation. And yet it is a word stained with associations with bra burners or feminazis.
Feminism is not the fight for reproductive rights, nor the desire to work outside the kitchen. Those are simply forms it takes. Quite simply it is a call for equity. And yet so many of us are afraid to label ourselves as such outloud because of some undefinable fear, of labeling ourselves something else all together.
Much like "elite" and "intellectual" and "liberal" to a certain extent, feminism has become a dirty word in the general vocabulary. But Sarah Palin has stood in direct opposition to not only the traditional role of the women but only the traditional definition of a feminist.
And for that I salute her, if only because I am a feminist because I did not vote for/against her because of gender. No, I voted against a candidate who stood ideologically opposed to my beliefs, who was inadecuately prepared to be the leader of the free world, and who seemed too susceptible to pressures of the Neo-Conservative party. (that and the other candidate kinda fuckin rocked.)
In the words of congresswoman Bella Abzug: "working for the day when a mediocre woman could get as far as a mediocre man."
And yet, Sarah Palin has done something extraordinary this election year. She has redefined feminism, or rather she has returned the word to its original, simple idea: women are people too. Because feminism should not be an alienating term, or a derisive one. It should be a word the defines everyone in this nation. And yet it is a word stained with associations with bra burners or feminazis.
Feminism is not the fight for reproductive rights, nor the desire to work outside the kitchen. Those are simply forms it takes. Quite simply it is a call for equity. And yet so many of us are afraid to label ourselves as such outloud because of some undefinable fear, of labeling ourselves something else all together.
Much like "elite" and "intellectual" and "liberal" to a certain extent, feminism has become a dirty word in the general vocabulary. But Sarah Palin has stood in direct opposition to not only the traditional role of the women but only the traditional definition of a feminist.
And for that I salute her, if only because I am a feminist because I did not vote for/against her because of gender. No, I voted against a candidate who stood ideologically opposed to my beliefs, who was inadecuately prepared to be the leader of the free world, and who seemed too susceptible to pressures of the Neo-Conservative party. (that and the other candidate kinda fuckin rocked.)
In the words of congresswoman Bella Abzug: "working for the day when a mediocre woman could get as far as a mediocre man."
Vicar died last night. He was an old dog, with kidney and heart problems but still. I thought he was doing ok.
Between that, the two hours of sleep I got from election watching, the passing of the Provision 8, and the election of Mr. Barack Obama by such decisive, sweeping margins, I've been an emotional wreck.
For my mom, the enormity of yesterday arrived today in the form of the front page photo of the NY Times. Obama, his wife, and daughters, striding onto the stage, waving and smiling, flags fluttering everywhere, cameras flashing, the image of our new First Family captured that moment of hope, pride, excitement, and history. For me, probably reading the fifth or so story about the men and women who had witnessed and experienced legal segregation electing the first African-American president.
I was bemoaning the passing of Proposition 8 in California, the one banning gay marriage, and I commented to my mother that I just couldn't understand the antagonism towards gay marriage, just why people care so much about the private business of others. Don't get me wrong, I've heard the reasons, I just don't understand them. And I hope what she told me was true, that for our generation, it's just not that big a deal. And that these laws will change when we arrive. And given the voter turnout this year, maybe that's sooner rather than later.
So yes, despite for every step we take forward, we take one back, and despite the plunging Mr. Dow Jones, and those two wars, and those myriad of social ills like jobs and homes and education, I feeling pretty fucking hopeful right now.
Because I am in a small way part of history, and the rain stopped in DC when Obama's victory was announced, and our president-elect mentioned puppies in his speech.
Between that, the two hours of sleep I got from election watching, the passing of the Provision 8, and the election of Mr. Barack Obama by such decisive, sweeping margins, I've been an emotional wreck.
For my mom, the enormity of yesterday arrived today in the form of the front page photo of the NY Times. Obama, his wife, and daughters, striding onto the stage, waving and smiling, flags fluttering everywhere, cameras flashing, the image of our new First Family captured that moment of hope, pride, excitement, and history. For me, probably reading the fifth or so story about the men and women who had witnessed and experienced legal segregation electing the first African-American president.
I was bemoaning the passing of Proposition 8 in California, the one banning gay marriage, and I commented to my mother that I just couldn't understand the antagonism towards gay marriage, just why people care so much about the private business of others. Don't get me wrong, I've heard the reasons, I just don't understand them. And I hope what she told me was true, that for our generation, it's just not that big a deal. And that these laws will change when we arrive. And given the voter turnout this year, maybe that's sooner rather than later.
So yes, despite for every step we take forward, we take one back, and despite the plunging Mr. Dow Jones, and those two wars, and those myriad of social ills like jobs and homes and education, I feeling pretty fucking hopeful right now.
Because I am in a small way part of history, and the rain stopped in DC when Obama's victory was announced, and our president-elect mentioned puppies in his speech.
Despite filling out a form for my absentee ballot in early September, it took multiple phone calls from my father, two absurdly expensive international calls from my cellphone, a 40 minute battle with the Internet cafe across the street, and a lot of unnecessary worry to finally vote.
And yes I realize my ballot won't arrive until long past Nov. 4, and won't even really count unless there's some major voting scandal, or a need for a recount. If it even arrives at all. And yes I realize that Maryland isn't a swing state and the electoral college likes to fuck you that way. And yes I am statistically insignificant and my vote is approximately .00014% of the total in just my county.
And yes, it is frustrating, this electoral ritual of ours. The months and months of vague rhetoric and cloudy ideas. The talking heads that discuss the effectiveness of spin rather than the viability of solutions. The blatant ignorance that still pervades the average American voter.
So why? Why participate in this strange 200 year old experiment of ours? Why, when it is a largely symbolic act?
So, my friends, I can one day tell children, and grandchildren that I voted no to Repeal Sections 311A, 311B, and 313A of the County Charter, regarding use of County funds to operate a landfill system on residentially zoned land; burying or trenching sewage sludge on residentially zoned land; and telephone service offered by the C&P Telephone Company. Sections of our county character that are actually invalidated by Maryland law.
(Though actually, whee!!!! part of history!)
And yes I realize my ballot won't arrive until long past Nov. 4, and won't even really count unless there's some major voting scandal, or a need for a recount. If it even arrives at all. And yes I realize that Maryland isn't a swing state and the electoral college likes to fuck you that way. And yes I am statistically insignificant and my vote is approximately .00014% of the total in just my county.
And yes, it is frustrating, this electoral ritual of ours. The months and months of vague rhetoric and cloudy ideas. The talking heads that discuss the effectiveness of spin rather than the viability of solutions. The blatant ignorance that still pervades the average American voter.
So why? Why participate in this strange 200 year old experiment of ours? Why, when it is a largely symbolic act?
So, my friends, I can one day tell children, and grandchildren that I voted no to Repeal Sections 311A, 311B, and 313A of the County Charter, regarding use of County funds to operate a landfill system on residentially zoned land; burying or trenching sewage sludge on residentially zoned land; and telephone service offered by the C&P Telephone Company. Sections of our county character that are actually invalidated by Maryland law.
(Though actually, whee!!!! part of history!)
Brother (singing): la la la la...oh I've forgotten the rest
Mother: that's a mercy
Brother: hey!
Father: oh snap
Mother: that's a mercy
Brother: hey!
Father: oh snap
More proof Julia Childs takes the cake : former CIA Director William Casey mustarded up and played ketchup in squashing all rumors about the crème de la crème of citizens who served in the Office of Strategic Services, or the OSS. Over 24,000 people who didn't loaf around all day but instead whipped out of their resources to beet the (sauer)Krauts. I presume she was cherry-picked for her ability to spoonfeed red herrings to the opposition. I hope she didn't stew too long about her unrecognized service. She was one tough cookie, wasn't she. Salt of the earth.
Julia Childs was a fucking spy!
PUN AWAY!
Julia Childs was a fucking spy!
PUN AWAY!
So the guy with whom I play tennis called yesterday whilst I was passed out to reschedule. This morning I told him "Oh, I'm glad you texted, otherwise I would have thought I was dreaming about a tennis lesson. Which would qualify as the most boring dream ever." Later I realized I had, in fact, been dreaming of cross-country skiing. Hold back now.
Dear a great number of writers and a shocking number of peers,
I know it's tempting, but please eliminate irony from your sentences until you realize the difference between it and a tragic yet amusing coincidence. Irony involves a "mutual undoing" (Prof. Cedric) and using it incorrectly makes you sound like a pretenious douche. Kind of like me, right now, but actually we need little signs around the word: "Approach with extreme caution," "Linguistic Danger Ahead"
I know it's tempting, but please eliminate irony from your sentences until you realize the difference between it and a tragic yet amusing coincidence. Irony involves a "mutual undoing" (Prof. Cedric) and using it incorrectly makes you sound like a pretenious douche. Kind of like me, right now, but actually we need little signs around the word: "Approach with extreme caution," "Linguistic Danger Ahead"
I resisted the urge to chuck staples at my coworker's head but instead peacefully handed them over. Dont get me wrong; he's full of awesome but this is the sort of job where you spend all day plotting to chuck various items at people's heads.
Also my lunch is pretenious.
The Nationals play the Angels at 7:10 today if people wanna go. First 10K fans get a T-shirt. I have a thing til 6 so I was planning on showering after then heading down there. Gates open at 5:40ish.
Also my lunch is pretenious.
The Nationals play the Angels at 7:10 today if people wanna go. First 10K fans get a T-shirt. I have a thing til 6 so I was planning on showering after then heading down there. Gates open at 5:40ish.
All You Can Eat left field club tickets.
The deal: second tier seats, behind the left fielder, right by the foul pole. Access to as many hotdogs, nachos, soda, popcorn, peanuts, and ice-cream sandwiches that you could desire.
Price: "$40." Lies, all lies. If you buy them online, they cost 40 dollars but the Os (and really all ball clubs) charge a +$5 dollar convenience charge and a +$3 processing charge (its over the internet, what is there to process?) You can buy them walk up for $45 but aren't guaranteed a good seat.
Breakdown: Fun to try out once but really not a money saver even if you like eating at games. You feel obligated to justify your $46 dollar ticket by over eating and the food really isn't that great. So I ended up stuffing myself on relatively crappy junk food. And given the Camden does offer pretty good food for a ballpark. On the other hand, you're not dancing in outrage on paying $10 for a hot dog and a drink. And it was nice to munch on popcorn and get seconds on drinks without wincing.
Seats: Our seats were fantastic though. Great view of Luke Scott's as--I mean fly balls. Got to see Markakis home run drop in just two seats back while the Astro's leftfield stared dejectedly at it. And perfect place to watch both batter-pitcher battles and watch outfield and infield play.
Unfortunately All-You-Can-Eat is filled with predominately fat people. So the fan-atic energy just isn't there. Felt a little awkward screaming my head off and standing up during rally times.
So yah, fun to try out but don't think I'll do it again.
The deal: second tier seats, behind the left fielder, right by the foul pole. Access to as many hotdogs, nachos, soda, popcorn, peanuts, and ice-cream sandwiches that you could desire.
Price: "$40." Lies, all lies. If you buy them online, they cost 40 dollars but the Os (and really all ball clubs) charge a +$5 dollar convenience charge and a +$3 processing charge (its over the internet, what is there to process?) You can buy them walk up for $45 but aren't guaranteed a good seat.
Breakdown: Fun to try out once but really not a money saver even if you like eating at games. You feel obligated to justify your $46 dollar ticket by over eating and the food really isn't that great. So I ended up stuffing myself on relatively crappy junk food. And given the Camden does offer pretty good food for a ballpark. On the other hand, you're not dancing in outrage on paying $10 for a hot dog and a drink. And it was nice to munch on popcorn and get seconds on drinks without wincing.
Seats: Our seats were fantastic though. Great view of Luke Scott's as--I mean fly balls. Got to see Markakis home run drop in just two seats back while the Astro's leftfield stared dejectedly at it. And perfect place to watch both batter-pitcher battles and watch outfield and infield play.
Unfortunately All-You-Can-Eat is filled with predominately fat people. So the fan-atic energy just isn't there. Felt a little awkward screaming my head off and standing up during rally times.
So yah, fun to try out but don't think I'll do it again.
In many ways it was the perfect game to see.
+Paul and I, leaving from downtown, arrived 3 innings in, so we missed the run scored on two wild pitches and a sacrifice grounder. Bleh
+We arrive just in time to see Huff homering to bring the score to 2-1.
+Bynum has his hit of the week, again with two outs, to bring in Hernandez. He also sacrifice bunted to put Jones on second and had another strong defensive game.
+Me boy Markakis homered.
+We got some Orioles magic with Paul's favorite Melvin Mora's 2 out, 2 RBI double bottom of the 8th to put the score at 6-5.
+Olson has several strong innings including fanning Tejada.
-But fell apart in the fifth with two outs
+Albers allowed one hit in his 2 1/3 inning work.
-Which was a homerun. :(
+Jim Johnson worked a scoreless 8th
+Sherill got the three up, three down for the save
+Good numbers in the stadium, I thought. Very ramble rousing, with ample cheering, booing, and Wilk Bill Haggy look-a-likes. And they stayed. Last year, if we were down 5-3 or even 5-4, people would exit by the droves the time the 8th or even the 6th inning rolled around. Not so this year.
+Also on a minor note, it was rather sweet to watch Tejada go 0-2 with a walk and miss two key ground balls. The two teams we traded our aces to, the Mariners and the Astros, are both below .500 while we dance above it. The Mariners have the worst record in baseball right now, and the Astros are in the midst of 6 game skid. Heh
+And obvi, my favorite moment occurred after the game, because![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
sqvirrel is home. And I got to pick her up. YAYAYAYAYYAYs.
ETA: I also ripped my favorite jeans. Large tear right below the ass. Awks. Think I will cover it with a glaring orange Os patch
+Paul and I, leaving from downtown, arrived 3 innings in, so we missed the run scored on two wild pitches and a sacrifice grounder. Bleh
+We arrive just in time to see Huff homering to bring the score to 2-1.
+Bynum has his hit of the week, again with two outs, to bring in Hernandez. He also sacrifice bunted to put Jones on second and had another strong defensive game.
+Me boy Markakis homered.
+We got some Orioles magic with Paul's favorite Melvin Mora's 2 out, 2 RBI double bottom of the 8th to put the score at 6-5.
+Olson has several strong innings including fanning Tejada.
-But fell apart in the fifth with two outs
+Albers allowed one hit in his 2 1/3 inning work.
-Which was a homerun. :(
+Jim Johnson worked a scoreless 8th
+Sherill got the three up, three down for the save
+Good numbers in the stadium, I thought. Very ramble rousing, with ample cheering, booing, and Wilk Bill Haggy look-a-likes. And they stayed. Last year, if we were down 5-3 or even 5-4, people would exit by the droves the time the 8th or even the 6th inning rolled around. Not so this year.
+Also on a minor note, it was rather sweet to watch Tejada go 0-2 with a walk and miss two key ground balls. The two teams we traded our aces to, the Mariners and the Astros, are both below .500 while we dance above it. The Mariners have the worst record in baseball right now, and the Astros are in the midst of 6 game skid. Heh
+And obvi, my favorite moment occurred after the game, because
sqvirrel is home. And I got to pick her up. YAYAYAYAYYAYs.ETA: I also ripped my favorite jeans. Large tear right below the ass. Awks. Think I will cover it with a glaring orange Os patch
On the topic of sexism during Clinton's run for the nomination:
Father: What really bothers me are those T-shirts: "Bros," meaning brothers, before "Hos," meaning whores
Me: Thank-you for that clarification Father.
Father: What really bothers me are those T-shirts: "Bros," meaning brothers, before "Hos," meaning whores
Me: Thank-you for that clarification Father.
Me: waoeihgfoeirhnsgo <---- this is my Faulkner paper so far.
Sarah: I like it. Very post-modern.
Fuck education, the next 24 hours, and my inability not to procrastinate.
Sarah: I like it. Very post-modern.
Fuck education, the next 24 hours, and my inability not to procrastinate.
It's a familiar situation. O's ahead early on. Nice enough lead at 5-3. Only three inning lefts to complete. Guthrie, young pitcher but my favorite, has thrown over 100 pitchers. Yet Trembley keeps him in. Then puts in Walker. And what do we have but bases loaded, no outs, with Manny Rameriz (2 home runs away from the big 500) up to bat. And all us diehard Os fans out there think, "fuck, Not again." In steps our rookie reliever Jim Johnson, who with poise and persistence, endures an incredible at-bat by Manny until finally inducing a double play, out at home and at first. Then ends the inning with a "lazy" fly ball from Lowell.
There's a moment of silence. The Orioles bullpen dug itself out a hole? Our reliever actually stepped up and went above and beyond expectations? And then in the 8th, 5-4 now, our closer, George Sherril, comes in and records 5 outs to end the game.
What the fuck is going on?
-Josh Becket, starting star for the Bosox, gave up 11 hits, 5 runs, and his second loss, his worst outing since April.
-Jamie Guthrie is actually supported offensively.
-Luke Scott hits a home run with men on base.
-Bases loaded, no outs, AND NOBODY SCORES.
-Our closer gets the necessary 5 outs and is second in the league for Saves.
-couple of fielding errors in the first, which gave the Red Soxs the initial 3-0 lead.
Now I realize its May and there's a whole lot of baseball left, but when you're an Os fan, you celebrate the good days like its the fucking race for the pennant. And remembering last year's Mother's Day, when Guthrie pitched 8 shut-out innings, and our bullpen then proceeded to blow a 5-0 lead, well, it's a good win.
And least Walker continues to suck. Some things never change.
There's a moment of silence. The Orioles bullpen dug itself out a hole? Our reliever actually stepped up and went above and beyond expectations? And then in the 8th, 5-4 now, our closer, George Sherril, comes in and records 5 outs to end the game.
What the fuck is going on?
-Josh Becket, starting star for the Bosox, gave up 11 hits, 5 runs, and his second loss, his worst outing since April.
-Jamie Guthrie is actually supported offensively.
-Luke Scott hits a home run with men on base.
-Bases loaded, no outs, AND NOBODY SCORES.
-Our closer gets the necessary 5 outs and is second in the league for Saves.
-couple of fielding errors in the first, which gave the Red Soxs the initial 3-0 lead.
Now I realize its May and there's a whole lot of baseball left, but when you're an Os fan, you celebrate the good days like its the fucking race for the pennant. And remembering last year's Mother's Day, when Guthrie pitched 8 shut-out innings, and our bullpen then proceeded to blow a 5-0 lead, well, it's a good win.
And least Walker continues to suck. Some things never change.
Fun fact: In may, Maine mountain tops still have 3 ft. of snow at the top. I know since yesterday I spent at least 3 hours on the 3 mile ridge walk, sinking in up to my thigh. God damn Bigelow. Ow but unbelievably awesome.