Baseball

As you may know my Red Sox took their ball and went home awhile ago. My back up team over the years has evolved into being the San Francisco Giants, and tonight they could clinch and go to the World Series.

My ex is a HUGE Giants fan. He probably loves Giants baseball more than anything on the planet. As much as we're not talking right now and as much as I think we both hurt each other over the past year or so, I know he's had a really hard year in 2010. This would be a huge deal to him, and I'd like to see it happen for him.

And for the rest of the fans out there. It's pretty neat to go to a sports bar here and see so many Giants fans totally freaking out. I sort of picked up the team from watching countless games with my ex and last year I took him to AT&T park to see a game and man it's a bad ass ball park. I'd love to go back again in the future, especially when I have more time to hang around the city, etc.

View from our seats

I was so freakin' fat last year, why didn't anyone tell me? It was also incredibly humid that day.

Irish Heritage night!

Beer! I still have those cups.

The gates of the park.

Then of course there is the man, Brian Wilson, who's number I'm wearing today:

This is of course without the weird beard.

Serious face.

This is the sign of a good game.

I don't know why, but this guy cracks me up and I love watching his interviews. He never does anything he's supposed to and he throws a baseball like he's shooting a bullet out of a gun. Love him. Seriously. Hate away, I love this guy.

Anyway after work I'm debating going somewhere to watch the game, because if they win tonight, I don't want to be home alone celebrating with the cat. She wouldn't be into it, the cat is a Red Sox fan.

get some sleep.

This blog is brought to you by insomnia and my favorite thing in the world: Wikipedia.

Back when I was in grade school I was mad in love with this rap group 3rd Bass. I honestly loved their single "Pop Goes the Weasel," and really still do, it's totally in my iTunes right now.

Eventually I ended up working at the radio station that used to play this song for me constantly when I was 11 and 12 and by the magic of Facebook, this radio station is having a reunion next year, and I am BEYOND excited. And so when I couldn't sleep tonight, I started YouTube-ing old videos from that era and looking up stuff on Wikipedia. Because this is this digital version of warm milk and a boring book usually...

Anyway, I decided to Wikipedia 3rd Bass. Did you know that Prime Minister Pete Nice
is not only a baseball fan but co-owner in a sports bar in Boston? McGreevy's 3rd Base Bar is owened by Peter Nash and... wait... it gets better.... Ken Casey from the Dropkick Murphys, one of my all time favorite bands.

One can only assume this union means that Prime Minister Pete Nice is a Red Sox fan. And I have it on amazing authority (my own, while I was backstage sleeping on the couch) that Ken Casey, nicest man in the world.

What does any of this mean? Either the world is too small or I've always had really good taste. Or I need to sleep more. Either way here's some music to enjoy.....

p.s. do you know who plays Vanilla Ice in the 3rd Bass video? Yeah, Henry Rollins.

How did this happen?

I love my Boston Red Sox, I really,really do. But we have to be the only team in the world who can lose our way to October.


How did this happen? And what's up with that hat?

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