And who says models are stupid? Victoria’s Secret introduced their new Pink NFL Apparel line, including the Boston Red Sox in the “shop by team” category. Apparently they’re also the first to break the news that the Red Sox are hanging up their mitts in exchange for some helmets and extra padding this fall.
This looks awful on YouTube, but I’m still trying to figure out how to use the new QuickTime plugin I just downloaded so that I can embed QuickTime files directly to my blog. I took 17 videos just like this last night at the Yankees vs. Blue Jays game. Gay-Rod, err sorry, A-Rod, was all set up to hit his 600th home run. But apparently he couldn’t do it without the steroids.
All hatred for the Yankees and A-Rod aside, I was hoping to witness this awesome feat last night. Even though it’s probably more like home run #167 once you factor out all the roid-rage blasts out into the stands. But I was equally amused with the numerous flashes that went off every time the Jays threw a pitch. Maybe A-Rod will continue this cold streak until August 16th when I go see the Yankees play the Tigers?
I’ve been MIA for about a week now (thanks to excessive food and alcohol consumption in Toledo), but what kind of Ohioan would I be if I didn’t have an opinion on LeBron James? No, I’m not from Cleveland, and no, I couldn’t care less about the NBA. But as a sports fan in general, I was anticipating LeBron’s decision over the past few days.
As far as I can tell, Cleveland got lucky with LeBron. Their small-town boy was apparently the next Michael Jordan. The guy played however many seasons in Cleveland, but still hasn’t won a championship. Why should he continue to carry the Cavs since they obviously can’t match his skills? Why should he stick with them if they can’t push him to become even better? In Cleveland, LeBron was the only star on the court. Game after game, he had nobody to aspire to. Nobody on his team could compare, so he could simply play at the same pace he’s been playing and still be considered a god. Obviously he wants more than that since he’s joining a team with two other superstars. He’d never improve by staying on a team that doesn’t force him to try harder. Why should he continue pulling the weight of a team in hopes of a championship with a team that is clearly incapable of stepping up? Loyalty? Please. Where in this world does loyalty get you nowadays, unless you’re a golden retriever. There’s a fine line between staying loyal to your team when they suck and when they actually show some hope.
The Tigers and the Mets just wrapped up a 3 game series out at Citi Field in Queens. Thursday night, Detroit finally managed to step it up and win a game. I knew I picked the wrong game to go to.
I went to the Wednesday night game, which was put on rain delay in the 3rd inning with the Mets leading 3-0. As soon as the torrential downpour stopped and the game resumed, the Mets scored another 5 runs making it 8-0. The Tigers started to catch up, but when they blew a chance to hit a grand slam and bring the score to 11-10, I knew it was time to leave. By the time I made my way out of the stadium, I had heard over the loudspeakers in the parking lot that the Mets had scored three more runs, making the score 14-6. I guess I didn’t miss much, other than some heckling by the Mets fans.
Wednesday the Tigers lost again, 5-0. I didn’t get to watch that game, but I saw the highlights at the bar afterwards which didn’t make me too happy in my intoxicated state. Thursday they finally pulled out a 6-5 win. Close, but I’ll take it. While it kind of sucked that they lost and we had to sit through a major rain delay on Tuesday, it was kind of cool seeing Kevin James throw the opening pitch!
I hope the Mets sweep the Twins now, and maybe that’ll help the Tigers out a bit in their standings!
“Chrissy Pronger. Looks like Tarzan. Skates like Jane.” Haha! Thank you Chicago Tribune, for making my day!
I have a short story for your reading amusement. This is another one of those “the world is a small place” stories.
Last weekend I went out to a bar around the corner from my apartment to watch the Red Wings. They started kicking some serious ass, and the handful of Red Wings fans in the place were going nuts. So I tried starting conversations with these people, only to be ignored by the first group. Then I saw this couple sitting a few tables away cheering. In my drunken state, I stumbled over to their table and began a conversation. They were nice, thankfully, because I had already been rejected by one group of people. Anyway, the girl was from Detroit, so we shared all of our stories about going to see the Red Wings back in Detroit our whole lives. I told her about how I was convinced the Wings were going to win the Stanley Cup at home in game 5 last year, so I booked myself & Mike flights out to Detroit at the last minute, and bought us both tickets to the game. Even though they won 5-0 in a glorious win, the series ended up going to 7 games instead of 5. So then the girl, Jackie, tells me how she was convinced they were going to win it in game 7, and she flew out to Detroit alone and bought a second row seat. I was so amazed by her devotion, I asked her for her number and told her we HAVE to be friends. Especially since she lives only a few blocks away from me.
So fast forward to this past Friday. We decided to meet up again and watch the game at the same bar. She comes in, and says “You know what? When we met last week I was thinking ‘She looks really familiar. Where do I know her from? Did we go to college together? Is she friends with someone I know on Facebook? And then it hit me. You were telling me how you went to that Red Wings vs Rangers game at MSG in December, I was there too. And after the game you were running through the halls high fiving everyone in an Yzerman jersey- and I was one of those people!” HOW BIZARRE IS THAT?! I know I was a drunken fool that night, but come on, she remembered me because I was a loud, crazy Red Wings fan in a crowd of Rangers fans? Awesome! I’ve never felt more proud of myself than that very moment!
Last Sunday I went to my first baseball game of the season- the Mets vs Nationals. Yeah, that’s right, almost a week ago and I’m just now blogging about it. Things have been busy lately. But the game, was a blast! Mike was in charge of buying the tickets, but that’s something I’ll probably never let him do again. After waiting in line for what seemed like a decade, I was super pumped that we were going to make it before the start of the game for once. So we scanned our tickets. Invalid entry code. Upon closer inspection, Mike bought tickets to the Friday night game at 7pm. How does someone buy those tickets instead of the Sunday afternoon 1pm game is beyond me. So we had to go back to the ticket counter and buy two more. By the time we got in, the score was already 3-0 Washington. After that whole debacle, we needed beer. So we ordered some Becks only to find out they don’t accept credit or debit. Of course. Quick ATM run, and we were good to go. I’m pretty sure we met the out-of-costume Mr Met at the beer stand. The server called him Mr Met, and gave him a free beer. Oh and he was in a hurry, probably to transform into that sexy, big headed baseball freak we all know and love. I drank heavily that day. It was a perfect beer + sunshine + baseball + delicious food kind of day. The alcohol got the best of me, and I started photographing everything. I posted some of the more post-worthy ones on Flickr, so if you want to check them out you know what to do.
Nike is making it clear that they are standing behind their golf endorsement with Tiger Woods, and that they’re ready to learn and move forward with him. This ad has been playing nonstop on ESPN today. It’s a new commercial for Nike, that focuses on Tiger Woods while we hear the voice of his late father, cleverly edited to basically ask “what were you thinking? Have you learned anything?” It’s definitely powerful, but I can’t believe Tiger let them use his dad’s voice considering how close he and his father were. This is indeed a controversial approach, and I can only imagine the conversations to get this idea approved.
Further proof that Canadians love their hockey (as if we need any). Check out the water usage levels in Canada during the USA vs Canada Hockey Gold game in blue. The green line is a comparison of the day before. Nobody seemed to use the bathroom while the clock was ticking, giving way to huge spikes during intermissions. I think I was born in the wrong country.
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