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Saturday, October 30, 2004

Rolling Rally!!!! 

I was one of the 3+ Million people who made the trek into Boston Sat morning to celebrate the World Series Victory of the Red Sox! It was very very cool. I ended up on the corner of Park and Tremont. It was right outside the station. I figured here was as good a place as any. I had a very good view down Tremont for two reason. 1) I am tall. 2) Being on a slight incline was good. I arrived at about 9:30 even though the parade wasn't set to start until 10:00 at Fenway. I wanted a good view. I ended up only about 10 people deep from the barriers the city had set up along the street. No that bad I thought especially since by the time the duck boats arrived around 11:20 there was another 20 people behind me. The place was just jammed with Sox fans. There wasn't a Yankee hat in sight.

You might think that since I showed up at 9:30 and had to wait almost 2 hours before the players arrived Jim must have been bored. Nope. Not at all. There was plenty of visual entertainment to be had. Now across the street from where I was there is a Burger King and a Dunkin Donuts. Above those is office space which appeared to be unused. We started to see a few people in the windows across the street. This was part of the show. Two or three guys with their kids, they had a very good view of the street since they were only three stories up. Our first entertainment was them trying to get the windows open. The first was no problem, the other three took all three guys a paint scraper and a wooden stick to prop the window open once they got it open. We were all waiting for it to crash down and shatter. Didn't happen.

One of the guys was wearing a horrible shirt. It was a button down dress shirt. It was this weird combination of blue and pink and it was kind of shiny. It was ....very..gay. Needless to say the crowd on our side of the street hated it. This prompted someone in the crowd to chant "Change your shirt! Change your shirt! Change your shirt!" Which we all joined in on. He took it off. Underneath was the RedSox World Series T-shirt. Cheers from the crowd! We tried to get him to throw it out the window but no such luck. The crowd surmised that his wife was probably in another room going "Don't you DARE!. That is a nice shirt! I bought that for you!!" Turns out he got it at Marshalls. He gave us this bit of info when someone asked. Shirt guy and one of the other guys picked up there kids and put them on the window sill. WE all thought he was going to hang the kids out the window. This promoted an immediate "Mic-hael Jack-son! Mic-hael Jack-son!" chant.

The next building over up on the 5th floor there was another group of people. They seemed to be shredding documents and using them as confetti. Does Enron have a Boston office? They also knocked two screens out of their windows onto the people below. Luckily it hit the building before it hit the people. It was coming down fast and on its edge. Could have caused some damage. The second one came out later and I think it missed everyone because at that time the players were coming by and they all had moved forward.

When the players finally did come by on the duck boats there was a huge roar from the crowd. You heard the crowd well before you caught site of the boats. When they arrived in front of us it just got louder. There was confetti shot from the boats. Most of the players had their own cameras to capture this moment. Everyone was so excited and happy to be there. All the players had huge grins on their mugs. Acting like fools and hamming it up. Manny had a sign that a fan had given him. "Jeter is playing golf. This is better". Pedro was goofing around like he normally does. It was great. It was an experience I'll never forget. I am glad I went. It was very special and very cool. Hopefully we can do it again next year.

Peace out.



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Thursday, October 28, 2004

1918-2004 

This is how long the curse lived. We can now bury it. It is 6ft under the mound at Busch Stadium in St. Louis. I believed in the curse, it was hard not to. Every time the Sox got close something happened. They never just lost, they lost in disastrous ways. They would bring us close all the time and rip it away at the last minute. Usually the Yankees, The Sox were like Charlie Brown And the Yankees were Lucy holding that fucking football. We all know how that goes. This time was different though.

We fucking killed the Yankees. Down 0-3. We should have been done, cooked. Wait till next year was the battle cry of Red Sox Nation. The players never gave up, they didn't want to wait till next year. I gave up that was for certain. And any fan that thought we had a shot after that third game of the ALCS is full of more shit than a tacobell out house. The Sox pulled it together. One game, one inning, one out, one strike, one pitch at a time. Yeah typical baseball cliche but it was/is true and it worked. The Sox fought back and won 4 straight. Eliminated the NY Chokers in a reverse sweep (thanks Mr. Bomb Squad for the phrase).

On to St Louis and four more games four more wins and World Series History. Winning feels good for a change. The Red Sox have won the World Series. No more 1918 chants. No more curse. No more pics of Babe Ruth. Buckner, Stanley/Gedman, Schraldi(sp) and all the rest can sleep well from now on. You are free from Baseball purgatory. The Ghosts have been busted. The RedSox are just another baseball team. No more baggage. We have won. Winning is Sweet. I can't wait for the parade. 5 Million People? Fucking Christ.

Wait till next year? Not this time. I think I want to hang on to this one for a while longer.

Peace out and Yankees Suck!



Saturday, October 16, 2004

Book Junkie 

Hello my name is Jim and I am a book junkie. I have this problem, every time I walk into a book store I end up coming out with a new book. Well I wouldn't say every time maybe 95% of the time. It won't even matter if I am still in the middle of whatever I am currently reading. It doesn't matter if I have two other books at home that I plan on reading next. I just can't help it, no will power.

My dealer of choice, Barnes & Noble although Borders is a close second. What usually happens is I get bored sitting around the house. There is nothing on TV or I just want to get out of the house. So, I head to Barnes & Noble "just to browse". Yeah right! Who am I trying to fool? I end up walking around looking at the new in paperback section, the staff recommendation section, the new writer section, the WWII section, science fiction, horror ah fuck it I go through the whole fucking store. Inevitably I come across something that makes me go "Oh that looks interesting" and I head off to the register.

That is what happened today. Well today was a little different. I went to B&N with the intention of buying a particular book. That was The Best American NonRequired Reading 2004. I decided to check around before I looked for that book. During my browsing I first came across this book about The Dark Tower series by King. I had just finished that series so I picked it up. I knew this was coming out I just didn't know it was out yet. I figured what the hell, I know I want it and I know I will get it eventually. Why not today?

As I continued to look around I came across Years of Minutes by Andy Rooney. It is a collection of his rants at the end of each installment of 60 Minutes. Now Andy Rooney I find to be a cantankerous old goat. The thing is he is a funny old goat. I might not always agree with his points of view but it usually gets a laugh out of me. I actually but this book down. I then went looking for the book I came here for. On my walk back towards the register I went by the table with the Andy Rooney book on it. Looked at it again and decided what the hell? Why not?

I then headed straight for the check out counter before I saw something else that caught my eye. So $48.20 later I head out of the store. I had only intended to get the one $14.00 book and left with much more. Like I said before no will power. I suppose there are worse thing to have no will power with.

My name is Jim and I am a book junkie.

Peace out.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Vertigo 

So what does everyone think of the new U2 single? I heard it for the first time a while ago when I was in my car. I liked it, I didn't think it was anything special. That was at first. Now I love it, I think it fucking rocks. It seriously grew on my big time. It is one of those songs that just hooks into your brain and stays there. I hope the rest of the album kicks as much ass.


peace out

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Home Sweet Home 

Well my dad finally came home from the hospital today. Nineteen days in the hospital. He went in on the 23rd of September. That was the day he had the abdominal scan that first detected his destroyed gallbladder. My dad's doctor was going to be on vacation the following week so he wanted the scan done that week. Before he went on vacation. The person who was booking the appointment tried to schedule it for the 29th. My mom had to push to get the test that week. She told the booking lady that it had to be this week. Dr.Oster wants it this week he will be on vacation next week. Anything else would be unacceptable. So the test was done that week the week the Dr. wanted. Good thing too. You see the surgeon who took the gallbladder out said it was one of the worst he had ever seen. He also said that if they had waited one more day my father could have died. That is how bad his gallbladder was destroyed and the infection was running amok. Luck was on our side.

The original plan was for my dad to go to a rehab center first before coming home. This was because he was not eating solid foods. He was on what they call TPM(?). Basically it was feeding him all the nutrients that his body needed through the IV. It was so his gut could have a break with no food to process. He was having a problem with some leaking in the bile duct after surgery. He has a drain coming out of his side to catch all the bile and junk. This has slowed down enough so they put him back on the solid foods. This was good news, if he could eat enough he wouldn't need the rehab to take care of the feeding tube system.

Well he ate enough to make the doctors happy. I am sure he is happy to because he did not want to go to a rehab. Not at all. He is doing much better now. He is upstairs in his own bed resting. WE are waiting for the visiting nurse to come to check his dressing and the drain. She will probably come as soon as he falls asleep. That is the way they do it in the hospital. "Hey wake up time to take your sleeping pill"

My dad is home sweet home.

Peace out.

Monday, October 11, 2004

R.I.P. Superman 


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Friday, October 08, 2004

What do you want to be for Halloween? 

Check this shit out. These are some of the best bad Halloween costumes in the history of the world. Check out the Flava Flav ....I mean the easy reader costume. All these pretty much kick ass! I know someone who would want the Village People "leatherman" costume. The same person who has a Ramrod poster. No names though

BAD ASS COSTUMES

Peace out

Saturday, October 02, 2004

Stop calling.... 

So this afternoon I was sitting on the couch reading when the phone rings. I look at the number and it has a 400 area code. Obviously it is a courtesy call from some bank, magazine, charity or any other of 1000 possibilities of people I really don't want or need to talk to. I answer anyway hoping to (maybe) stop them from calling back. If you don't answer they just keep trying until they get somebody. The short conversation went like this.

ME: "Hello?"

JACKASS: "Joseph?"

ME: "No."

JACKASS: "Is Joseph there?"

ME: "Who is calling?"

JACKASS: "Peter Smith." (or whatever he said)

ME: "and you are?"

JACKASS: "A supervisor with MAC". (I missed what he said for the company because he mumbled a bit)

ME: "and that is?"

JACKASS: "A supervisor?!?"

ME: "No, the company you work for,what is that?"

JACKASS: Oh, Um, We are a mortgage company looking to talk to the owner of the home to see if they want to re-mortg......

ME: (interrupting his spiel) "Yeah, no thanks we are not interested thank you. We are all set. Good bye"

I hung up on him then. What an ass clown. I hate when they use the first name when they call. Like they know Joseph (which nobody calls him except sales people on the phone). Do they really think they are going to fool the person on the phone? Or even when they mispronounce our last name? That is another good one. Fuckers. I am not buying what your selling so stop fucking calling.


Peace out.


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