Tag: Phillies

And Failing.

Clearly.

I (think) I just updated the theme of my blog; it’s something I meant to do way back in June when I brought it out of suspended animation. Better late than never, right?

There was something specific I wanted to write about yesterday, but I didn’t bother to do so and I’ll be damned if I can remember what it was anymore. Why even bother bringing it up? I don’t know. Why am I asking myself stupid rhetorical questions?

One quick thing I do want to mention, however, is that I’m still not over Chase Utley getting traded to the Dodgers. (Speaking of, why were they just playing “Zero” by the Smashing Pumpkins at Dodger Stadium? I mean, I fucking love that song, but I don’t really associate it with baseball games in 2015.) I thought I had come to terms with the potential trade and then Amaro went and said that Utley probably wouldn’t be traded, so I stopped trying to prepare myself for it. And then Utley was traded the next fucking day; it made it that much worse. I am glad that Utley went to the Dodgers (he’s reunited with Jimmy Rollins and he’s not on the fucking Giants), but it’s still hard. At least I have even more reason to watch Dodgers home games on MLB.TV (as I clearly am right now).

And since I’m talking about Philly sports, yay crazy Eagles preseason! I probably won’t watch any of tomorrow night’s finale because I don’t really care about the bottom half of the roster. (Dear God, please not Tebow.) (Yes, I appreciate the irony.)

I did not expect to write half this much. See what happens when I force myself to post?

Until tomorrow.

So, That Happened

Have you ever been yelled at by a 90-year-old Jewish man for putting on hand lotion? I have. Twice. (Ok, I’m actually not sure if he was mad about my use of hand lotion or hand sanitizer. And it doesn’t matter because I’m not about to stop using either.)

Here are some other things that happened while I was on blog hiatus:

  • Brand New blessed us with new music!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (There aren’t enough exclamation points in the world to adequately express my excitement.) I’ve even heard “Mene” on the radio twice: once on Alt Nation about a week after they released it and on Faction last Friday. I was driving back to work from lunch when I heard it on Friday. (Why should I get a long weekend for the national holiday to end all national holidays just because said holiday fell on a Saturday? My boss is such a fucking asshole.)
  • I saw both Brand New and Neutral Milk Hotel (!) in concert. I had to pass up the Brand New show in St. Pete, though 😦 (I’ll get over that someday.)
  • I was not emotionally prepared for the Phillies to trade Jimmy Rollins. Not at all.
  • The powers that be have decided on a global release day for new music. I’m all for that, but the morons chose Friday as that day. Friday?! It’s an abomination. Everyone responsible should be tried for crimes against humanity. It starts this Friday and I don’t think I will ever get used to it.
  • You know what else is an abomination? The live-action Jem movie. I saw the trailer before Pitch Perfect 2 and it fucked with my head. That is not a Jem movie; that is a movie about a teenage YouTube star wherein all the characters just so happen to have the same names as the Jem characters. (I’m still so upset about this that I won’t even link to the trailer.) Still, it might improve the market for my vintage Jem dolls.

I’m sure there are other things, but that’s all I can think of right now. Obviously there were changes in my life, too, and someday I’ll write a post about them. Today is just not that day. I will try to get better about posting.

Oh, and I still haven’t heard anything about that dream job I interviewed for. I’m trying to remain optimistic (no news is good news, right?), but it’s getting harder. I know it’s only been three weeks, but it’s been three weeks. If you have any positive vibes to send my way I would really appreciate it. Really.

Until tomorrow. (Hopefully.)

WHUT

You haven’t lived until you’ve heard Mike Schmidt make a Seinfeld reference. Stars, they’re just like us.

Freddy Galvis had an equipment malfunction earlier in this game (back when it was fun and not depressing) and it reminded Michael Jack of the Seinfeld episode in which Kramer started going commando. I don’t know why I found that so amusing, but I did. And anything that gets me to actually write a fucking blog post is a good thing, right? (And if I weren’t on my iPad I’d find links to both Freddy’s cup issue and Kramer’s commando announcement.)

Until tomorrow.

That’s Just Pathetic

Seriously Phillies? Are you actually serious with this?!? Because that was just the worst. I ended up watching Mars Attacks! instead because duh.

This sucks. I’m sick, the Phillies are shitting the bed all over the place, and all I want to do is read The One, the third book in the Selection series, but I can’t because I can’t justify buying it. I can’t justify buying anything. It’s the worst.

I’m gonna stop before I get really depressed.

Until tomorrow.

Playing Hooky

But is it really playing hooky if you make the missed time up?

Regardless, I told my boss I had an appointment this evening and had to leave an hour early (but didn’t take a lunch to make up for it). And I had an appointment all right; an appointment with baseball. The Phils’ home opener started at 4:05 and I couldn’t miss that. (Does leaving early under false pretenses make it count as playing hooky?)

I didn’t get to listen to or watch most of the game (and it turns out that I didn’t really miss much). I’m still glad I did it, though 🙂

Until tomorrow.

Fashion Faux Pas

I wore a tank top to work today. I’d meant to wear a tank top under a plaid shirt, but I forgot the plaid shirt when I left the house. And the tank top wasn’t the nice sort of tank top that I could’ve passed off as a sleeveless shirt; it was an Old Navy perfect tank (which is essentially a colored wife beater). (Apologies if you don’t like that nickname for an item of clothing.) Luckily I had a hoodie in my desk drawer that I was able to wear all day to cover the fact that I was just wearing a tank top. Whoops.

In other news, it’s taking all of my self-control to write the post I’d planned and not just rant about Jonathan freaking Papelbon (or the useless turd, as I’m going to start calling him). My time would’ve been better served watching more of Jane Eyre (it’s Michael Fassbender’s birthday, after all) rather than the bottom of the ninth. Stupid, useless turd.

Until tomorrow.

I Love It When A Plan Fails To Come Together

No, wait, that’s not right. I fucking hate it when a plan fails to come together. Especially when I did absolutely everything in my power to allow things to go as planned, only to have someone else completely shit the bed.

I was so excited to watch (part of) the Phillies’ first spring training game at work today. I left the house just after 6:30 in the morning to ensure that I was at the office by 8. That way I could take an hour for lunch, which I did at 1. It takes about five minutes to walk to my car from my desk, so I was ready to launch At Bat on my iPhone at 1:05 (just in time for first pitch). I even had a car charger ready since my iPhone battery no longer wants to hold a charge.

Everything was great; it was all going according to plan. And then At Bat was like, “oh, sure, there’s a game being played, but you can’t watch the video feed or listen to the audio feed.” (It implied this by failing to provide options for either feed.) I took to Twitter to voice my displeasure and saw that lots of other people were having the same issue on multiple devices.

Once I got back to my desk I may have logged into my MLB.tv account just to see if it would work. (It did. I’m kind of surprised it wasn’t blocked on the network, though.) I decided to try At Bat one more time and, to my surprise, TV and radio feeds were finally available. Only an hour late, but who’s counting? (Me. I’m counting.) I tried the TV feed first and it had (unsurprising) issues with buffering, so I listened to Franzke and LA call the game on the radio until that feed started having issues. I consoled myself that I’d be able to watch the archived game once I got home from work.

Turns out I was wrong. When I got home the only archived game available to me (on iPhone, iPad, and Apple TV) was the Dodgers game. I put it on because a) baseball and b) I was pretty sure Vin Scully called it. (He did.) At about 8:30 I decided to look one last time for the Phillies on my iPad before I gave up and watched the game online. Well, the archived game had finally shown up, so I finally got to watch it.

Someone at MLBAM needs to be fired for this debacle, though. I know that this is the most luxurious of luxury problems. And I know that demanding someone be fired is a super douche-y move. But there should be consequences for a product launch this fucked up. Did the start of spring training games catch them unawares? Did no one ever realize that the pretty new iOS 7 version of the app needed to provide paying customers that which they paid for? (Scores and news and highlights are great and all, but there are a million other places I can get those things. I pay for MLB.tv Premium to stream live games.)

Incompetence makes me so angry, you guys.

Until tomorrow.