Random Garbage

Cubs

Ahhh the Cubs. I have officially down-graded my expectations back to where they were when I was growing up. I still feel they are going to win the World Series, that's a given, but when watching a game I no longer expect a win. I'm just happy I'm watching a game and relaxing. Why get wrapped up in winning and losing?!
So if you didn't notice, we blew another game against the Marlins. 2 in a row! It's even worse considering that the Marlins are a team of rookies and children. Half their roster can't even drink yet. Hell, the guy that got the game winning hit had to hurry home and finish studying for his geometry final! In the locker room after big games they pop the cork on some sparkling white cider and spray it around. People have to bring in notes from their parents for the late games so they can stay out past curfew. On the road games they use the buddy system so no one gets left behind when they have to move from the plane to the bus to the stadium. The 2nd-baseman got lost once and all hell broke loose. Parents threatening to sue, a player curled up in the corner of the airport in tears cause he was lost. Good thing a nice lady walked by and helped him out. Bought him some orange juice and walked him over to the security desk. In the April day-games you'd have guys running around with their mittens pinned to their jerseys so they wouldn't lose them!
But I can't place all the blame on our closer, Ryan Dempster. We've been so bad recently that he really has only gotten a few save situations over the last month. You can't expect your closer to be razor sharp when they aren't getting regular work. Couple saves a week at least. He's getting a couple a month. It's pitiful, but totally not his fault. So for now, I'm just going to have to settle for being happy I get to watch Cubs game (over the 'net) and relax. Today I'll be watching at work, but don't tell anyone. Flip b/t work and game.

Geese at Work
Canadian Geese. Those harbingers of dirtiness. I hate them so. Every time I see one I feel like running it down with car to spare our parking lot from at least a small amount of goose shit. It's even worse while playing baseball. I'm standing there in center field just knowing that if I have to dive after a ball I'll be rolling around in goose crap in all its toxic glory. I might as well just pick up a handfull and rub it into my skin to get it over with.
And they can quickly destroy small ponds with their crap. It raises the coliform levels sharply and kills everything off. And I've read their crap has a toxic chemical in it, but I'll be damned if I can remember the details.
Not to mention the ever present danger of being attacked by one of the idiot birds 'defending' their chicks. So it becomes a pain to even walk around the parking lot. Having to dodge goose shit AND marauding birds. Some days I really do feel like putting on some leather gloves and seeing how many geese I can choke with my bare hands. Sure I'd take some bites, but it'd probably be worth every wound. And yes, I'm aware that I'm a sick and demented person.

Magazines At Work
Last, but of course not least, the magazine selection in the cafeteria at work. We've got a big book/magazine rack in the cafe. Most of the items on it are old magazines that people have brought in from home instead of throwing them out. It's a great idea. Except that work doesn't supply any magazines to the pile, and no one is really bringing anything in any more. So it's just the same things that have been up there for probably a year now. As much fun as it is to read SI's predictions for the 2005 MLB play-offs, I'd rather read something current. I really only read for about 10 minutes in the morning while I wait for Jake to buy/assemble his breakfast. So it's not a big problem for me. But when you find yourself reading a 6-month-old copy of Health (women's health magazine), you know you need to do something. I'm actually going to start bringing in my old copies of PopSci and Popular Mechanics. I'm done with them, maybe someone else can get a little joy out of reading them.

Okay, time to roll. TI is going to bless us with their presence at work today, so we have to be on our best behavior. Which for me will involve not swearing loudly or yelling things across the hall to Jake. Or listening to metal loudly on my speakers. I think I can do 2/3. And 2/3 is pretty good when you really think about it.
PEACE!!