Friday, November 03, 2006

More Elections

Well, next Tuesday no doubt will be the most talked about day for a while. I'm not going to go into the reasons, just turn on a radio or TV...that should do. Here in RI, both Senate candidates are trying their best to out-mudsling their opponent. Oddly enough, the Republican Lincoln Chafee is trying to tie the Democrat Sheldon Whitehouse to local scandal...local scandal that has little to nothing to do with national matters of the Senate position each is running for. Which also explains why he's getting his ass handed to him, if you can believe certain polls. In all reality these two knuckleheads are separated by a mere two percent. Chafee only disagrees with Bush 98% of the time, as opposed to Whitehouse's 100%.

There is, however, another election taking place this Sunday that the world, and especially us here in the States, should be watching VERY carefully: http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=52665

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Say again?

"Lemon tea and sugar?"

This was the question to confirm my order of "Large, light with milk and two sugars" at Dunkin this morning....awesome.....can't make shit like this up, people!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper...

...man I can't even type that without f-in' it all up.....

Anyway........

Wednesday Thoughts:

I love when Dunkin Donuts employees think the word “milk” means the same as “cream”. Not that it doesn’t make my most important meal of the day all the more enjoyable, but if I asked for milk…well you know…..

I love when people are exceptionally vague when requesting data, and then are even more exceptionally uppity when you give them what they asked for, not what they wanted…

1 PM – I’m eating…please go away. No, I really don’t care what kind of concerns you have over the data I gave you that you think you requested…I’m eating lunch. I don’t care how much emphasis we have to place on transferring certain job functions over to another department. It doesn’t matter how perfect you think it needs to be. I used to work in that department and, even if we gave them the frikkin’ Golden Goose to run this data, all that would result would be whining, hand-wringing, and finger-pointing…you know, as opposed to looking at the program and figuring it out for themselves…so, no, I don’t care…I’m eating lunch…go away.

3:30 PM – I’m out in like half an hour…of course someone’s going to call from home (telecommuter) to ask me why the icon for one of their Access databases is missing…of course your network connection totally shat the bed…of course somehow this is my problem. However, I trust myself a hell of a lot more than our “Help Desk”…problem eventually solved. And, since I’m out in a half an hour, all I can do is brace myself for someone to swing by my cube in 25 minutes and drop a nuclear work bomb on me…yesssssss!!

Friday, September 22, 2006

10 Reasons Why I hate The Yankees

From SI.com's Ten Spot:

With the Yankees clinching their ninth straight AL East title on Wednesday, I can no longer keep these feelings of rage (and, perhaps, envy) to myself. So here are the Top 10 Reasons I Hate the Yankees. (And in the interest of full disclosure, yes, I am a lifelong Mets fan.)

1. Arrogant Yankees fans: When I moved away from New York for a few years in the mid-'90s, my anti-Yankee feelings softened. I even found myself rooting for the likable '96 champs, especially since Mets fans always enjoy watching the Braves lose. Then I moved back to New York and realized anew what drove me most crazy about the franchise -- its fans. Yankees fans have a greater sense of entitlement that the Hilton girls. If, heaven forbid, the Yanks ever failed to make the playoffs, Bombers backers would view it as a sign of the apocalypse. Consider that this fan base has just in the last decade turned on both the greatest hitter (A-Rod) and pitcher (Roger Clemens) of their generation because they didn't instantly deliver a World Series title. "Spoiled" would be a step up for these louts.

2. Bandwagon Yankees fans: Even if they view winning titles as their birthright, I don't (entirely) begrudge fans who have rooted for the team through thick and thin. (Valid reasons include that your dad rooted for the team, that you picked them at a young age, etc.) But the hordes of Yankees "fans" who have hopped aboard in the last decade make me nuts. Sure, rationally speaking, I can understand the reasons. If you moved to New York City at some point during the past decade -- as millions have -- it's hard not to get caught up in the undeniable excitement of postseason baseball, which the Yanks have delivered every year since '95. But to have these latecomers brag about "their" Bombers, while simultaneously viewing Mets fans as some lesser life form, is intolerable. Listen, chumps: I know more about "your" team's history than you ever will, so pipe down. And yes, there was a time not that long ago (1986, anyone?) when New York was a Mets town, and just because your fresh-from-Omaha mind can't fathom that doesn't make it untrue.

3. Unintentionally patronizing Yankees fans: Some Yankees fans, secure with the near certainty that their team is headed for the playoffs, will magnanimously "root" for your team as well. (This doesn't happen, though, if your team is the Red Sox.) What's unspoken, of course, is the understanding that your team is no real threat to the Mighty Yanks. Thus it can come off like patting a team of Little Leaguers on the cap, congratulating them on the "home run" that was really a ground ball that went through the shortstop's legs. Ugh. I'd rather you showed my team some respect by hating it.

4. When national media assume that all of New York roots for the Yankees: Never was this more prevalent than during the 2001 World Series, which took place just after 9/11. While I appreciated the sentiment that the country was standing behind New York, I didn't need Joe Buck waxing eloquent with statements like (and we're paraphrasing here): "Nothing will bring a salve to the people of New York City like a victory by their beloved Yankees." Sorry, Joe. I'm a New Yorker, but I couldn't care less about how the Yankees perform. I'm a Mets fan, and there are millions more like me. It's a two-team town. Did Cubs fans rejoice when the White Sox won last year? Of course not, and no one expected them to. Yet somehow all of greater Gotham is assumed to be Yankees territory.

5. The cult that has grown around average players that were part of the recent Yankees dynasty: This was touched on in Thursday's 10 Spot. While legitimate superstars who somehow don't qualify as "true Yankees" like A-Rod are pilloried, career mediocrities such as Scott Brosius and Luis Sojo are lionized because fans focus on the few clutch hits they contributed in their many postseason opportunities. Since we discussed Brosius on Thursday, let's take a look at Sojo. The pudgy middle infielder is lauded primarily for his 92-hop single up the middle that delivered the winning runs in Game 5 of the 2000 Subway Series against the Mets. Of course, the eminently forgettable Kurt Abbott was playing shortstop that night in place of the injured Mike Bordick (who was replacing the injured Rey Ordonez.) Am I bitter? OK, just a little.






6. When Yankee defenders downplay their team's financial advantages: Yes, other teams with fat payrolls have failed to win. Look at the Orioles, some past Dodgers teams and many recent Mets squads. Indeed, the Yanks still need to make some smart baseball decisions, and over the past decade they have made many. But the Yanks' $200 million payroll gives them a bigger margin of error than any franchise. If a few big-money acquisitions don't pan out, the Yanks just make some more. If the franchise needs a midseason boost, they look for high-priced players that other teams can't quite afford (hello, Bobby Abreu) and pick them up on the cheap in terms of prospects because they alone can foot the bill. Level playing field? Yeah, like Mount Everest.

7. The myth of Yankees' scouting and player development: Bronx Bombers fans like to talk about their "homegrown" stars, but in reality this is an outdated notion. Sure, Derek Jeter, Mariano Rivera, Bernie Williams and Jorge Posada get credited to the Yanks' farm system, but none is younger than 32. Increasingly, what is billed as the Yanks' drafting acumen is anything but. Rather, the Yanks excel in throwing money at players who aren't subject to the draft at all, those from baseball-rich areas such as the Dominican Republic and Asia. The Yankees' best current young players -- Chien-Ming Wang, Robinson Cano and Melky Cabrera -- were all available to the highest bidder as amateurs. Gee, guess who that was?

8. Joe Torre as genius: Hey, it's hard to say anything bad about Torre. He seems like such a nice fellow, and in truth he is unusually well-suited to his current position. If you need a guy to massage complicated but extremely talented players in a pressure-cooker like New York, Torre has proven himself to be the perfect man for the job. Still, let's not forget that Torre managed 14 seasons before landing with the Yanks in 1996 in what was then a widely panned hiring. His record at the time? A thoroughly mediocre 894-1,003 (.471). Did he not acquire his genius until late in life? Or does the Yanks' typical surfeit of store-bought talent have something to do with Torre's success in pinstripes?

9. The griping we're about to hear about tearing down Yankee Stadium: Traditionalists have already starting carping about the supposed travesty of the Yanks replacing the House That Ruth Built. Sorry, but that park is already long gone. Sure, the current Yankee Stadium sits on the same site, but the reconstruction of the stadium in 1974-75 already dismantled that piece of history. The current Yankee Stadium has as much a tie to Babe Ruth's home as Chicago's U.S. Cellular Field has to the Comiskey Park of the Go-Go White Sox. Of course, it's understandable that Yanks fans want to ignore the two seasons the team spent in Shea Stadium, which is admittedly a crappy park.

10. The constant talk about how the Yankees are all about winning: Increasingly, the players who spout the bromide about how all the Yankees care about is winning the World Series are guys like Mr. BALCO, Jason Giambi. Last time I checked, Giambi owned as many World Series rings as I do. The philosophy that only a World Series championship is sufficient for a successful season supposedly comes straight from the top, owner George Steinbrenner. Funny, I don't remember hearing much about that when manager Stump Merrill was sending out the likes of Mel Hall and Andy Hawkins in the early '90s. So were those Yankee teams all about winning too? How did that work out?

Monday, September 18, 2006

Blast From The Past

So, I just got back yesterday from a great long weekend at Norwich. Not only was the weather perfect, but I was able to see my Cadre who I've not seen in 10 years. It was simply amazing seeing them all again. What I couldn't quite wrap my head around is that...I know they're only 2 years older than I am, yet I still look at them like they're these much older sort of out-of-reach individuals. My wife explained this to me saying how it was because I still hold them in the same high regard as I did when I was a freshman. How true. And I'm glad that I don't look at anyone else in my life like this. Norwich definitely taught me much in my life, and shaped me into who I am today. But, at the core of it all were these few individuals who tore apart who I was in the late summer of 1994, and rebuilt it into a person who, after such perseverance, is no longer afraid to stare down a challenge and face it head-on. Someone who isn't afraid to take full responsibility for each and every action. Someone who will never forget the words of his Rook 5..."The only easy day was yesterday, people." Someone who now can only say "Thank you". The best part was feeling welcomed and included by them as an equal, though. It was hard to leave it all in the rearview mirror yesterday, and I really hope it won't be another 10 years before I see them all again.

Bravo Boys Forever...Essayons!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

It's The Return of The...

Guess who's back.....from Aruba. Back to the fine craptacular New England weather. Well, whatever the case, I'm back. And it's only been a little over 5 months since an update. The house is finished, finally. Took the damn flooring guys 2 months to finish. The floors went down fairly quick, but they couldn't seem to figure out how to show up for work to finish our stairs. Go figure. At least they managed to have a guy on their crew steal $50 from my father-in-law's jacket, his jigsaw from our garage, 2 pairs of pants from 2 separate bureaus, and...oh yea, my college ring. After going through WW9 to get these morons back to fix some glaringly obvious problems, they came back for one final day. The one day I forgot to wear my ring, this lowlife (who was supposedly fired for stealing the 4 previously listed items) swiped my gold ring.

That afternoon, I reported the theft to the North Providence Police Department, and turned over my ring box to be processed for prints. Earlier in the day, I had alerted the head scumbag owner of the company that he'd be getting a call from the cops. Then...I may have said something that could be construed as a threat. Be that as it may, two weeks went by while the NP detectives searched the pawn shop database for my name which is inscribed on the ring. I contacted the guy at the end of April. I suggested he try searching for the school name, since any inscription would have been filed off. After he hung up, I started thinking about how earlier that day I had spoke with my school about getting a replacement. The best they could do was a replacement at current cost. With the wedding and the new house, there was no chance of that ever happening. I got REAL pissed, thinking about what went into getting that ring in the first place...and how some chump who wouldn't have lasted 24 hours at Norwich just comes along and takes it...

Two minutes later, my phone rang...it was the detective. The Conversation went something like this:

Det.: "What year did you graduate?"
Me: "'98"
Det.: "From Norwich, right?"
Me: "Yup..."
Det.: "10 karat, 36 pennyweight, yellow gold?"
Me: "Uh huh..."
Det.: "What color was the stone?"
Me: "Red"
Det.: "Well...I don't want to get your hopes up, but one was sold to a pawn shop in North Attleboro the day after you reported it stolen..."

Long story short, I got my ring back...and now I've got a new one. On April 29, I tied the knot with my fiancée, Helena, at St. Anthony's Church in Pawtucket. Being a Portuguese function, it was us, and about 220 other people who many I'll never see again in my life. Be that as it may, after opening our envelopes, I'm glad they came!

And now, after a full week at an all-inclusive resort in Aruba, it's back to reality. But, hey...at least I get to face it with my best friend...

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Going...Going...Gone...

I'm seriously losing my mind, party people. Holy snot balls...seriously. All day yesterday was fine, relatively speaking. Until after I left work, of course. Work has become the one thing in my life I can depend on for some degree of sanity and stability. I get off the bus where I park my car, and realize that I have no keys on me...gone. Luckily, I carry a spare car key in my wallet, so I get in my car, thinking I just left the keys in the ignition or something. Nope...not even close. So the rest of the night had me trying to convince myself that, for whatever reason, I left my keys at work. I never take them out of my pocket, by the way…but, given recent events, hey...anything's possible. The "Service Engine Soon" light was on in my car all last night, so feeling like I was wheeling around town driving a ticking time bomb was rather exhilarating. I was ambivalent to the light by the time I headed home from Helena's house around 10. This morning, I get up and while I was getting ready, I was talking to my fiancée on the phone while she drove in to work. She lets me know her parents told her the window in our new master bedroom is leaking, but they really don’t know the cause of it yet. YESSSSSSSSS!!! Anyway, upon leaving the house, I managed to forget my work bag that has my bus pass on it. But...at least the damn "Check Engine" light finally went off. Guess my car realized that was a lost cause. Probably a wet wire. My car leaks. Then, when the water finally evaporates, my windows get this fantastically thick layer of condensation on them that takes about 1/2 hour to make go away...anyway, the whole forgetting the bag thing was realized when I got to the damn parking lot for the bus. So I drove in to work, and parked in the nearest parking garage. Once I got out of my car, I realized I had bus fare in my pocket. First of the month, no new bus pass...but, somehow I remembered to take $1.50 with me this morning, so forgetting my bag was a non-issue. So, basically, I paid an extra $6.50 to come to work this morning. I get in to work, keys are not on my desk. Somehow, that actually made me feel good. I'm not losing things or forgetting things, but some random person now had the keys to my car, my house, and my parent's house. Not to mention my Shaw's Card, Stop & Shop Card, and PetCo Card. But at least I'm not forgetting things. Oh wait...I forgot my Norwich Ring on the dryer this morning. I left it there while I was fixing my hair. Oh...and my bag...with my lunch in it...note to self: do NOT EVER talk to ANYONE in the morning (other than yourself) while getting ready for work...

Psyching myself up for tonight. Have to get an oil change after work...oh, and replace all the keys I lost too...So here I am at work...no bag...no lunch...no Ring...no keys...but at least...I got my coffee. Chocolate Cappuccino...yum!