Gloating bout Gload

Ross Gload's 9th inning, one-out grand slam on friday night marks the turning point of the 2006 Sox season. A game that was lost suddenly was won, and a long losing streak is now 2-game winning streak. I still think Ozzie needs to shuffle the line-up and move Thome down to the 5 or 6 spot, but I think they need to stick with the pitching they've got. Vazquez will come around, trust me... But now the Sox are back on the offensive, and if I was the Tigers, I'd be scared.

Last monday turned out to be not so great. Eh - such is life. I'm still buried at work. In the little free time I've had, I've been having a fucking blast playing softball. My teams lost both tuesday and friday, but they were good fun games nonethless. I played some awsome D at 3B, and am hitting the ball solidly. The suburban league is back at it tomorrow night, and again on thursday, and next sunday - so that's 4 games in 2 weeks. The city league is on hiatus for 2 whole weeks, thanks to fucking Lalapaloozer.

I'm working some angles on some potentially exciting projects. If any of them come to pass, look for updates here next week.

I'm also eating and drinking everything in sight in an effort to gain 5-8 pounds. I'm just too thin. Today it was a huge pizza and about 20 corn fritters.

Had a quick but satisfying session with my MILF on thursday. Sometimes sex just feels so goooooood....

Sorry no pictures lately. My Hello publisher keeps going down on me (not what it sounds like), and reinstalling is a bitch. I'll try to get it up (again, not that) later this week in an effort to continue my participation in Half-Naked Thursday (HNT).

Watch This Space

I've been buried at the salt mines... so no updates lately.

It was nice to see the Sox finally win today. Matt Thornton is coming along nicely. A turnaround like the one Thornton experienced from Seattle to Chicago makes you realize what a great pitching coach Don Cooper is...The fucking Mariners didn't know what they had in Thornton.

Over the weekend, the Wall Street Journal had a piece on teams with the best record at the All Star Break and how many went on to the World Series. The stat covered both leagues, but only went back 6 years... The only two teams with the best record at the break to make the series were the St. Louis Cardinals (2004 loss vs the Boston Red Sox) and the 2005 White Sox (winners and still, defending WORLD FUCKING CHAMPIONS). that doesn't bode well for the Detroit Tigers. A collaspe is coming. It is . I swear it is...

Few odds and ends in my life worth noting.

I might get a chance to actually play in a game at Sox Park in the near future. Details forthcoming. Suffice to say, I had to call in some solid 'I owe ya's.

I finished Eugenie Grandet. Good, but more high schoolish - along the line of Dickens' Hard Times. And you never know how that shit is gonna translate from French. Now, Crime and Punishment - that's a whole different ballgame... Onto some short stories to finish out the summer...

Softball was a brutal 30-0 loss on tuesday. I had to miss thursday (we won). I'll be back at it this tuesday, but will have to miss my suburban league again on friday for work. Oh, and thanks to Perry Farrell and his fucking freak show, my coed city league gets a big 2-week break due to the set-up and tear down in Grant Park in August. If the fucking Flaming fucking Lips mess up my field I will personally kick the shit out of Wayne Coyne and make him sorry for Zaireeka!

Watch this space- Monday stands to be among the most intersting evenings of the year for me...

HNT #22

HNT #22

Weekend Update

I'm up late working from home... so that will tell you pretty much how my weekend went.

I was a wee tiny bit hungover on saturday morning. Not a good thing when you have to be outside at 9 in the morning and its 90 degrees with 99% humidity at 9 in the morning. A few cokes and McDonalds set me right. In my effort to gain some weight, I've been eating bad... and late... just 5 more pounds...

Tough to talk much about the Sox. Getting swept in NY while the Tigers just keep on winning. This cannot continue.

Politte is finally gone, proving what I've been saying all along - 2005 was an aberration for him. Too bad as his seems like a competitive guy and was a key to the 2005 Championship.

Trade rumors continue to swirl around Freddy Garcia. Shipping him off to Philly for Tom Gordon sounds like an option, but the deal that actually comes down will probably not involve either of those players.

I tried and failed at reading the short stories of Theodore Dreiser. Just not my cup of tea. Same for So What, a biography of Miles Davis. I like his music, but I just don't have the paitence to read about him these days. So its back to Balzac... almost done... Its going to be tough to finish, as my all time favorite book The Best Short Stories of Mark Twain is beginning to seduce me all over again.

Thanks to the heat I'm listening to a lot of Martin Denny, Stan Getz and Herbie Hancock.

Netflix was kind enough to send me Up The Academy. The toasts in Glory Daze inspired me to rent it. Can't wait to watch it...

New link at right explores in great great detail the history of football helmets of each team in every league (including Canadian colleges) .. its filthy.

I've also got a page on myspace, since, like meth, its seems to be what all the kids are doin these days. I'll add bells and whistles to it down the road maybe someday.

A lot to look forward to this week - 2 softball games, the Sox-Detroit series, and a maybe a date with the MILF... expensive meals make her horny.

Good friday... NO. GREAT friday

As my loyal readers (both of you) know, I quit blogging on a daily basis about a month back. One reason was to focus my energy on an exciting and potentially profitable writing project. The other was because of a potentially serious health issue staring this mid-30sumthing male in the face.

After 10 months, 4 doctors, 3 CTs, 2 blood tests and 1 MRI the results are in.

I'm suffering from a liver adenoma. In layman terms, its a benign (for now) complex cyst. Luckey me, I've got 2 - one that is about 1 cm in diameter, the other about 2.5 cm. Pretty small. Oddly, they are much more common in women than in men, and are typically associated with conraceptive use. Hmmm...

Nothing in my extensive blood work shows any sign of anything abnormal (read CANCER). If I had cancer, I'd certainly know by now. If anything, I've had a few doctors tell me, after reviewing the results, that I am 100% healthy. Surgery may come at some point to remove these things, but they aren't growing much, so that would likely be years down the road (if at all). Best of all, I have no trace of any liver disease whatsoever. So bottoms up, mutherfuckers!

After expending so much emotional energy on this issue that past 10 months, today really feels like the first day of the rest of my life. So I don't what the fuck I'm doing here, writing this shit to you assholes.

Later.

HNT #21

HNT #21

(Crickets chirping)

Hello?

Anyone out there still reading?

I'm celebrating the All-Star Game in Pittsburgh by drinking my last Yuengling. Thanks to a two out hit by Konerko in the 9th inning, the AL wins for the 12th straight time. Home field advantage for the AL in the World Series.

I've been too distracted to read, but am trying to finish up that Balzac. I'm moving on to some short stories next week.

Work is insane.

Softball keeps getting rained out. At this pace, I'll be playing into September.

My new passion is do-it-yourself internet comic strip creation. As soon as I can figure it all out, I'll post a link.

The MILF and I fucked the other night. It was a quickie but a goodie. Just before I came, I noticed her looking and smiling at me. Afterwards, I asked her why.
"Because whenever we do it you just have the bigfgest smile on your face. You look so happy. And act like a porn star... everytime."

Loong weekend

beach weekend

I've got a nice long 5-day weekend from work. I'm going to need it - July is going to be busy at the salt mines. I'll be on the beach most of the time.

The MILF and I had an exciting quickie yesterday afternoon. She was upset, a little depressed, and I was there to support her, holding her, telling her how great is (you know, just the truth). The connection was so strong, there was no way we couldn't do it. We were in a position where we could get caught, so she was hesitant. I convinced her, was right, and we didn't... Had we waited just 3 more minutes, we would've been totally busted.

That experience set the tone and I had a good night hitting at softball. Not great, but certainly brought me out of my mid-season slump.

More 'derby' today - Sox vs Cubs!

I'm desperately trying to put ON weight - at least 5 pounds. I just noticed I'm too thin. Pizza and avcados should do the trick.

I finished up Fantasyland by Sam Walker. Some of his behind-the-scenes stuff might be of interest to fantasy roto-nerds, but not to me. He did tell a good story behind the numbers, and it was an enjoyable read for the hardcore. I'm taking Balzac to the beach...