I spent most of the game thinking that the 8-run first inning had pretty much secured itself the title of my all-time favorite inning of baseball. But then along came a strong contender in the shape of the 7-run ninth inning 🙂
I think I have to give the ninth inning the edge for two reasons: 1) Ryan Howard’s grand slam was slightly more fun than singles on singles on singles and 2) I actually got to watch the ninth inning. Stupid MLB.tv got confused as to where in the country I am located and decided that I was blacked out of the Phillies – Mets game. ‘Cause that’s a thing that’s true. (The only thing that made less sense was being able to watch the Rays feed. But I digress.) The issue actually started yesterday, but I didn’t feel like calling tech support yesterday. But then when the same thing happened today I decided that I needed to suck it up. I spent several innings on hold and then it took at least an entire inning to get everything working. But whatever, everything seems to be working just fine now 🙂
Yep, I am the only person who would start a post about the utter joy I experienced as a result of the Phillies beating up on the Mets and turn it into a rant about MLB.tv. In my defense, though, I did pay more money than I could really afford for MLB.tv and as such I don’t think it’s unreasonable of me to expect the damn service to work properly at all times. It’s not too much to ask, is it?
Okay, I have to stop before I continue whinging. I really am in a good mood right now, I swear.
Don’t mind me, I’ve just been jumping up and down and screaming my head off like a crazy person. No big deal.
I was in the worst mood for most of the game, too. I had kind of a crappy day and the longer the game went on (and the more it looked like the Phils were gonna lose the game and pretty much end any shot at the second Wild Card), the more I focused on all the crap and the angrier I got. I even knew that I was going to write a complaint-heavy blog post tonight. But then one sweet swing of the bat completely changed my mood. (Side note: baseball is the best for that.) I’ve been ecstatic ever since Ryan Howard’s homer. Just remembering it is making me so happy 🙂
Okay, I’m feeling incapable of rational thought right now, so this will have to do.
I listened to Jimmy Eat World’s Futures for the first time in forever today. I’d forgotten how much I love that record. In fact, I’d forgotten how much I loved circa 2001-2005 Jimmy Eat World, so then I listened to Bleed American and the Stay On My Side Tonight EP as well. That was one of the better ways I’ve spent two hours recently 🙂
This time four years ago I was listening to Futures a lot. One reason was that I believed then (and still believe now) that Obama should use “Futures” as his campaign song. It’s hopeful without being annoying (which is always a big consideration for me). It stresses the importance of making your voice heard. And there’s that whole “Hope for better November” line. It just seemed so perfect for Obama’s hope and change campaign. And I still think it would work.
I think this evening’s trip down memory lane has given Jimmy Eat World the edge in the my favorite band I never saw live competition. There’d be no competition if their post-Futures records were anywhere near as good as the three I listened to today, but I just can’t get into them. I know they’re in the studio working on a new record, but for the first time in years I have no intention of pre-ordering it. My 21-year-old self is aghast at that, but my 21-year-old self never heard Chase This Light or Invented.
Whoops, I’ve gone a little off message. I didn’t plan to use this post to trash (or even mention) the past few Jimmy Eat World records; I meant to talk about my love of Futures. Oh well.
It’s September, which means that Ivins’ Spiced Wafers are back in stores. Woohoo!
Unfortunately, they’re only available in Acme stores. And the closest Acme is probably, like, a thousand miles from Tampa. Crap. That makes it a thought that is both important and depressing 😦
All is not lost, however. My parents are flying to Philly this very weekend. Woohoo! Of course, instead of flying back to Tampa they’re flying to Barcelona to board a cruise ship for a month-long cruise. Crap. Again.
All I want are these amazing cookies that I’ve loved my whole life. Why must I be thwarted at every turn? Why???
(Actually, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if my parents bought Ivins’ but didn’t give them to me for a month. Ivins’ stay fresh for months if you don’t open the box. And slightly stale Ivins’ are almost better than fresh Ivins’ because they get a little soft and are, therefore, easier to eat. This is an important fact I learned in my high school physics class. Thanks, Skinny!)
Oh, and don’t offer me any of that Sweetzels’ Spiced Wafers crap. Ivins’ are a billion times better.
A few months ago I wrote quite a few blog posts imploring you to vote for Carlos Ruiz for the MLB All-Star Game. It would be really weird if I spent all that energy on a game and never mentioned the impending national election. And I’m weird, but I’m not that weird.
I heard two interviews with Henry Rollins recently and he made a really excellent point about his current tour of state capitals: he’s not up there to tell you who to vote for, but he is up there to tell you to vote. And I feel the same way. I know who I’d like you to vote for, but the more important thing is that you vote. Make your voice heard.
To that end, I thought I’d pass along a couple of helpful Web resources: GottaVote, GottaRegister, and iSideWith. I want to play around with iSideWith a little more, but I think it’s a pretty cool site. You answer some multiple choice questions and it tells you which candidate you side with. I found the quiz to be very informative on two levels: first, it was the first place I saw anything about the third-party candidates in the election and second, the quiz contains questions on issues I hadn’t even considered. In fact, they’re issues I should probably spend some time researching so that I can make a more informed decision than I did the first time I took the quiz.
Election Day will be here before you know it. Take the time now to make sure that a) you will be allowed to vote (make sure you know what voter ID laws are in place in your state) and b) you can make an informed decision at the polls. The future is in your hands. Vote.
Phillies: Hi, we’re the 2012 Philadelphia Phillies. We are legitimately in the playoff race, but tonight we’ve decided to let the Houston Astros’ AAAA pitcher look like Cy effing Young. Enjoy the shitshow!
Kristin: Fine. Be that way. I’m super excited for tonight’s Doctor Who anyway. Ben Browder in the Old West – woohoo!
Doctor Who: Hi, here’s an unsettling, unfun episode that only serves to make you more nervous about Amy and Rory’s impending departure. Plus, not nearly enough Ben Browder. Relish it.
Kristin: Whatever. I don’t want to think about that. It’s time for some music.
iPod on Shuffle: Hi, here’s Aaron Lewis from Staind covering Pearl Jam’s “Black.” You wanted music to slit your wrists to, right?
I had forgotten how much cognitive dissonance one experiences when one’s favorite team is in a playoff chase. The reason, of course, is that division rivalries and personal feelings take a backseat to what potential outcomes would be most optimal for one’s favorite team. Take tonight, for example: I rooted for the Mets. The Mets! But the Mets were playing the Brewers and a Brewers loss was the optimal outcome, so I sucked it up and rooted for the Mets. And the Mets won Brewers lost, so yay!
That wasn’t even the only cognitive dissonance I experienced thanks to baseball tonight. Twitter exploded in the top of the ninth inning with the news that Darin Ruf was possibly going to get his first MLB at-bat. After all, the Phillies had a seven run lead; it was kind of the perfect time to finally put Ruf in a game. Tom McCarthy even said that Ruf would probably get to pinch hit if they got to Justin De Fratus’ spot in the lineup. And therein lies the source of my cognitive dissonance: I’d been dying for a chance to see Ruf, but then T-Mac had to go and dangle the carrot of a second inning of work for De Fratus. I hadn’t even entertained the notion that De Fratus would pitch two innings, but then T-Mac floated the idea and I got all conflicted. (I still don’t know what I would have preferred, but I am glad that Ruf got an official at-bat.)
Hell, the only game I’ve paid attention to tonight that hasn’t caused cognitive dissonance is the Cardinals – Dodgers game. I want the Dodgers to win and the Cardinals to lose, so there’s no internal conflict there.
In other news, the first thing I did when I woke up this morning was preorder an iPhone 5. Yay 🙂 I really had wanted to hold off on getting a new phone, but since the Home and Power buttons on my iPhone 4 are both on the fritz I kind of need a new phone.
I’m not sure what it says that the thing I most I want to do after that Phillies loss is read more of my dry as dirt textbook. I’m sure it can’t be anything good, at any rate.
I’d probably be more upset about the loss if I hadn’t kind of expected it. It probably sounds weird to most baseball fans, but I’ve been petrified about this four game series in Houston for days. The Astros have been historically bad this year, but they’ve been ridiculously good against the Phillies over the past couple of years. Hence my fear. Whatever, the Phillies are still at .500, all is not lost. Although I would really like Charlie Manuel and Rich Dubee to explain the bullpen management in the eighth inning. Now is not the time to leave foundering pitchers in games; now is the time to let your inner Tony La Russa out. Alright, I’ll only get upset if I keep thinking about this. Tomorrow is another day and all that.
Remember the All-Star Break, when I publicly announced that I had given up hope on the Phillies’ playoff chances? Yeah, me neither 😉
Seriously, though, I think it’s been fairly obvious that I haven’t been as firmly entrenched in “acceptance” as I thought I was. And lately, of course, I’ve gone way outside the five stages of grief. I’m back in the land of crazy optimism and “why can’t us.” Because y’know what? Fuck it. This team has been hella fun to watch lately. They have a winning record for the first time since June. They’ve won seven games in a row (the longest winning streak they’ve put together all season!). They are three (3!) games back in the Wild Card. They are playing September Phillies baseball and it is a glorious thing to behold.
High hopes, indeed. It’s all happening. Bring on Red October!
So it’s 9/11 (at least, it is as I’m starting this) and I made a commitment to blog every day and people always want to talk about 9/11 on 9/11, right? Well, I don’t. Although I will pass along this link to Harry Kalas’ speech before the first game the Phillies played after 9/11 because it’s HK and I miss him and it made me cry.
If I don’t want to talk about 9/11 then I have nothing to blog about, right? Well, no. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but today also happens to be my brother’s birthday. Hell, for the first 19 years of his life today was just my brother’s birthday; it had no other meaning. And today is a big one since it’s his 30th birthday.
I’ve always loved that picture. And looking at it now only strengthens my belief that my oldest little cousin (my cousin’s daughter) looks a hell of a lot like me.
As you may be able to tell from that picture, we were always pretty close growing up. I don’t ever remember us having huge fights the way some of our cousins did (they were three sisters and the fights were not fun to watch – I think I have always hated conflict). It’s a really good thing that we got along, actually, since we were often each other’s only option for a playmate. Oddly enough, living in the middle of 14 acres of trees is not conducive to having many neighbors.
Yeah, so, happy birthday to my favorite little brother! Love ya, kid!