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!
I’ve got a term paper to research and write over the next several days. And two PowerPoint presentations to put together. Thanks for the Easter weekend homework, professors. So there’s no time for blogging today.
I spent all of my allotted free time watching Community, 30 Rock, and, oh yeah, a Phillies baseball game that actually means something!! *Kermit flail*
I had forgotten how much more fun regular season baseball is than spring training baseball. Spring training baseball is boring, especially in the later innings (unless you’re actually at a game). I’d also forgotten how much a Phillies win brightens my day. The only thing that was less than perfect was that the game was in Pittsburgh, so there was no celebratory video of Harry Kalas singing “High Hopes.” But YouTube has the answer to that.
Sure, it’s the Super Bowl. But it’s also the Puppy Bowl. And apparently the Lingerie Football League also had its championship game today. (And the Philly Passion lost. Boo.)
I watched part of the Puppy Bowl for the first time ever today. The puppies were cute as all hell, but the announcer was terrible (not to mention the music and fake crowd noise). It made me feel incredibly guilty for never watching the Puppy Bowl while (the late, great) Harry Kalas was calling it. Afterwards I felt compelled to search for old Puppy Bowl footage on YouTube, like this clip from Puppy Bowl IV that features a little bit of Harry the K. At least hearing Harry’s voice in the clip didn’t bring me to tears, which is more than can be said for Harry’s Wikipedia page. Seriously. I started tuning the game out during the fourth quarter (when it seemed like the Patriots had the game locked up) and decided to read Harry’s Wiki page. And then all of a sudden I was crying actual tears while reading Harry’s call of the last strike of the ’08 World Series (which, by the way, is permanently seared into my brain). Actually, the whole Memorable Calls section of his Wiki page was getting to me. It’s amazing how many of those calls I am actually familiar with.
Anyways, this is getting all mopey and sad. Leave it to me to start out at the Puppy Bowl and end in tears. By the time I stopped reading Harry’s Wiki page, Ahmad Bradshaw was in the process of scoring a touchdown he didn’t really want to score. That grabbed my attention. Then I had the great “pleasure” of watching the Patriots receivers choke their little hearts out, allowing Eli freaking Manning and the New Jersey Giants to win another damn Super Bowl. I know I had written earlier about rooting for the Giants again, but I changed my mind. What I really wanted was for both teams to lose. Obviously that was never going to happen. (Boo.) Once I accepted that fact, I had to pick a team to root for just for the sake of having a team to root for, and I was already feeling icky about rooting for the Giants. Then I read this article that made some good points in favor of Eagles fans rooting for the Patriots. So I rooted for the Patriots. And they lost. Dammit. If I’m going to lower myself to root for one of the most evil franchises in sports, the least they could’ve done was win.
On the bright side, I enjoyed Madonna’s halftime show far more than I thought I would. Thank God she played more old stuff than new. (But did she really have to play “Music?” I hate that song more than most.) I got to see a trailer/commercial for the Avengers movie (yay Joss!). And I finally opened the bottle of wine I bought last week.