Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Deep Thoughts

Not really. Just more random garbage that rattles around in my head.
Delmon Young
For those that still don't know, this guy is a top prospect for the Tampa Bay Devilrays. He was the idiot that called called out on strikes, thrown out of the game by the ump, then chucked his bat at the ump. Check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wW0tuz3_Hgc
It'd be funny if the ump couldn't have been seriously hurt. He wasn't, but that's just dumb luck.
Anyways, Delmon just got handed a 50 game suspention. In my mind, that's too light. At no point has he ever shown any real remorse for the incident. He's given a few half-hearted apologies and that's it. He's had problems in the past with umpires, and it's clear he'll do it again. He should have been banned for the rest of the season for this shit. That ump could have been seriously injured by that bat. It's not like he pushed him, or even threw a punch. This was borderline assualt and battery with a deadly weapon. If Jason Kendall can be suspending for 4 games for just charging the mound, Young needs at least a season.

Hips Don't Lie
I have 2 problems with that new Shakira song. First off, hips do lie. My girlfriends hips lie to me all the time. They're constantly inviting me to grab them and give it to Hayley right proper. Every time I see her hips they're like "Hey big boy. Why don't you get over here and have a go at it. You should just grab ahold of us and let Hayley have it. You know she wants it, too." When in reality, nothing could be further from the truth. And then I wind up just looking like a little horn-ball cause I'm constantly trying to get some. Fantastic.
Second, now one of the great credos in sports sounds gay. It's the first thing you learn in football when they teach you how to tackle. Hips don't lie. As in, if you watch the ball-carrier's hips, you won't get faked out. You can do a head fake, a shoulder fake, etc. But wherever the hips go, that's where he's going. I'm sure the same principle has been used in any man-to-man sport. That's why I'm a good defender in soccer. I have no real soccer skills, but I'm fast and I know how to track a guy. He can do all the silly ball fakes he wants. I just watch his hips and wait for the opening. As soon as the hips turn you know where he's going and you can beat him there and take the ball. But now anytime a football coach uses that line it's going to sound gay.

Meso Pretty
This is a good one. My roommate Anna just got a new bar of soap. (Yes, I live with an engaged chick) On the bar is actually stamped "Meso Pretty". Now I picture her getting up every morning all depressed and sad. "No one likes me and I'm just a dumb girl." Then getting to the bathroom and reading her soap. "Me so pretty. Yeah, I am pretty! I'm the prettiest girl in the world!" It's like a daily affirmation. Cause she's smart enough, she's good enough, and dog-gone it people like her.
By the way, no one tell her about this or she'll kick my ass. She's mean. No...fiesty.

Computer Build
Well, all the parts for my impending PC build have been ordered. No idea when I'll actually get them, but it should be early next week. Then I can start putting it together. Never built up a PC from scratch, so this should be pretty fun. I'll be sure to photo-document the precedings as it goes along. And all of the terribleness that ensues.

Okay, time to work for a little bit. My boss likes when I do that sometimes. Other times he just likes me to stay out of trouble. And I'll have a little story about that soon. Just waiting for the saga to end before I tell it.....so stay tuned!
PEACE!!

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