Wordless Wednesday...

...Mets/Phils at Citizen's Bank Park...
8.26.08
to know the result, click here, but replace the 2 in the line describing the lead before deficit with a 7

... fans don't get rowdy in Section 308...

Uncle June'll get ya...or have someone else waiting in the lot

A pun a day...

I'm a sucker for a corny joke so, needless to say, I was cracking up at these. The last one is the best one, so read all the way down...

• Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.
• A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, 'I'll serve you, but don't start anything.'
• Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.
• A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
• A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, and says: 'A beer please, and one for the road.'
• Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: 'Does this taste funny to you?'
• 'Doc, I can't stop singing 'The Green, Green Grass of Home.''That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome.' 'Is it common?' Well,'It's Not Unusual.'
• Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, 'I was artificially inseminated this morning.' 'I don't believe you,' says Dolly. 'It's true; no bull!' exclaims Daisy.
• An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either.
• Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before.
• I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day, but I couldn't find any.
• A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, 'Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!' The doctor replied, 'I know you can't - I've cut off your arms!'
• I went to a seafood disco last week...and pulled a mussel.
• What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.
• Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says, 'Dam!'
• Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.
• A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office, and asked them to disperse. 'But why,' they asked, as they moved off. 'Because,' he said, 'I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.'
• A woman has twins, and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt , and is named 'Ahmal.' The other goes to a familyin Spain ; they name him 'Juan.' Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, 'They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal.'
• Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him. (Oh, man, this is so bad, it's good) ..... A super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

"Shea"ing goodbye...

On Friday night 3M so kindly gave my dad two tickets to the Mets game. Dad ended up taking me. What started out as a great game with beautiful weather, a heck of a battle on the mound (Santana vs. Oswalt) and Latina Fiesta promotion to boot, turned out as a sob fest. (FYI - Mets won 3-0...with a Wright blooper RBI single to score Reyes and a two-run shot by Schneider with Churh on base - his first game back since being knocked around.)

Walking out of the stadium, looking up at the illuminated outline of a catcher, my eyes filled with water. I couldn't help but to thank my dad (and Shea) for 18 years of memories. My first game there was at seven years old and, since then, my father has made it a point to take me to Flushing at least once a year. Most games I couldn't tell you who was pitching or even the score, but what I can tell you is that I went with the greatest dad in the world [what a sapp I'm being] and that I had a wonderful time.

And the memories, ah, there are memories galore. Like when he couldn't find a parking spot and we parked on the street in front of a store called "Toys 'F Us" No, that wasn't a bulb that stopped worked, it was the letter "F".

Or when we sat in the row right behind the clock in right field and we put our sodas on top of the clock and an usher came over and told us to take them down.

Or when I wore [gulp] one of those orange and blue striped cat-in-the-hat hats and insisted my picture get taken by the Todd Hundley banner. [Um, yeah - I may have to burn that photo...]

Vic the quick...

One of the best parts of watching the Mets on SNY is the commentator staff. Gary, Keith and Ron are a trifecta that only Neapolitan ice cream can match (and even with that comparison, there is always one element that is fills 3/4 of the carton when the other two are licked clean...)

During today's broadcast, a foul ball was hit into one of the radio booths. The announcer tossed it down to a fan in the mezzanine level, who upon dropping it into the screen below, got booed by the loyal boo-birds aka Mets fans.

As the ball slid down the screen atop the lower level seats, the ball boy quickly ran out onto the field and scooped it up no sooner than it hit the field below the backstop. Such a motion was picked up by the crafty SNY crew and thus the moniker "Vic the Quick" was born. Love it.

Also, we can't mention Victor without giving some love to ball boy Matt, too. Three-fourths into the season and those white pants are lookin' a bit loose thanks to all the hustling throughout the year.

Geez - after proofing this I realized almost failed to mention the best, most insightful sidelines reporter of all time: Kevin Burkhardt. This guy went from updates and the overnight shift to selling cars to 660 to SNY. Talk about a comeback story.

Wordless Wednesday...

...in honor of the start college football season...

here's to a former P-Way [YOU KNOW!] star, turned Rutgers walk-on, turned New York Jet (for now)

Passions...

Although the season premiere of The Hills last night was less-than-impressive, minor leaguer Doug Reinhard is going to get some play. (You know that name, KRoss? Where'd he go to college?)

Usually Lauren Conrad (or LC to those who were there from the beginning) occupies her Friday and Saturday night with fellow socialites; however, this season, she is smitten with a Aberdeen Ironbird. I have to give her props this year for her potential love interest. Even though Doug, brother of "the new girl" Casey from Laguna Beach had a foot in the door, LC can't be blamed for her attraction to him. Minor leaguers have one quality that is very attractive in a man - they are passionate about their profession.

Much like those third and fourth-stringers who made the August roster of an NFL team, the free agents who get in only during the final minutes of a preseason football game. Fighting tooth and nail and sacrificing if only to be named to the practice squad in the fifth week because his body type resembles a particular opponent's, they deserve all the credit in the world. They have passion, a quality that is so many times hard to find.

EXtreme Dating (Mets style)...

Completely unintentional of the later situation, I decided to work from home today. We have a virtual office, which makes it so easy to get as much work done as if I was, indeed, in the office. It was just one of those unmotivated mornings. I had checked my email early and got into a rhythm that just could not be interrupted by a shower. So the email to the boss followed.

It happened to be quite the perfect day to stay at home as the Metropolitans took on the Pirates for a Businessman's special. Although the lack of effort by the bullpen was apparent (again...) I actually missed the three go-ahead runs by the Bucs. You see - I was flipping back and forth to the innovators of reality TV - the dating shows. What was once shown only at like 11pm (they can be quite risque) can now be seen during Verizon Fios' daytime lineup. (Also want to give a shout to my fave reality show of the moment - The Hills, which premieres tonight on MTV at 10pm! Woo hoo!)

Back to the dating shows - a show that 3M turned me on to, EXtreme dating features a very familiar host, especially to those of us who can smell the pigskin in the air right about now. Before she was forecasting the weather on FOX Football Sunday Jillian (Barberie) Reynolds was the quick witted host of this very classy show. Now that I think about it, Julie Alexandria (host of SNY's Beer Money) was also on the entertainment side, hosting the pop culture internet show WallStrip. Now, I'm not implying that these women don't have talent - but what are their true credentials? How do they land these top roles in the sport industry? How many women lost out, how many women with a strong sports knowledge base had no chance, because of the superficial nature of our society? The power to turn heads is often times stronger than the power to lend ears.