Fantasy Baseball
I was exited about my fantasy baseball teams this year until moments ago when I finished watching an hour and a half long movie called Fantasyland on Hulu. Although watching such a horrible movie at 2 AM was a huge waste of my time and potential sleep, I find myself feeling grateful that I watched it.
In short, the movie was about a guy who has never played fantasy baseball attempting to come in out of nowhere and play against these professional baseball statisticians. Among other annoying aspects about this guy, he was so obsessed (AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON) that he nearly missed his wife giving birth to twins at the expense of making trade offers. He kept talking about how much he enjoyed his life while he was missing the fact that he was a total douche-ass. Spoiler: He got sixth place in the league, but they didn’t even invite him back the next season because nobody liked him.
You know… I think I might just leave this season in the capable hands of John Mozeliak and Tony LaRussa. Go Cards!
…So Glad I’ve Moved On…
I just saw a guy wearing this fur vest at a bar and shared some comments with some people I was with, which poked fun at his blatant disregard for both class and tact. A couple things that were said included, but were not limited to: ”I haven’t seen an inVESTment that bad since Enron” (which everyone was too drunk to comprehend) and “That must be from the Aeroposale’s ‘Daniel Boone’ series.” I mean come on, it’s January!
It wasn’t until later that I accidentally discovered through Facebook that he was an old high school acquaintance of mine. I also now understand it was his birthday… not really an excuse, but I suppose he could have defended: “If I’m going to make poor decisions tonight, I might as well start with my attire.” MAN! Let me just say, I’m glad I have the friends I have today… both of them.
Ups & Downs
Some things in life are totally awesome, while other things inexplicably suck. The example I’ll start off with is talent in the music industry: There is a Regina Spektor out there, but there is also a Shakira. If I need to tell you which is which, you don’t deserve to read my posts, so stop reading.
I have experienced a little of both Regina and Shakira in the last day and a half.
Regina: I was up till about 5 AM last night (Sunday morning). After work I went to Syberg’s for wings and beer with (got a free pitcher from Rich Syberg himself), then went to Bleeding Beacon (awesome newish bar on Chippewa), then to my house for more drinking and hookah. AWESOME!
Shakira: I woke up for my 10:45AM shift at 10:30AM with an impressive headache. SUCKED!
Regina: Lindsey made me breakfast and started my car for me so I wouldn’t be late for work. AWESOME!
Shakira: At about 3:00PM I was told Lindsey was on the phone for me. ”It’s an emergency.” Turns out a water line bursted in the house and the whole basement was flooded with water. SUCKED!
Regina: 4:00ish Holy shit, my data finally kicked back on after nearly two months of data-less iPhone (another story for another time). Then, the plumber came and basically told us to chill out… s’all good. No tearing out carpet, no remodeling entire basement. The rentals came to assist. Phenomenal ribs made by Lindsey. Oh, and the shot vac we just received as a gift from the in-laws=clutch. AWESOME!
Shakira: The home depot on Kingshighway. SUCKS!
Regina: The Lowes on N. Hanley. AWESOME!
Shakira: Actually vacuuming and cleaning up water. SUCKED!
Regina: Papa John’s+Red wine+third Lord of the Rings+Pug+Relaxing=AWESOME!
I’m off to bed?
In this part of the New Year’s toast, my brother and cousin attempted to scientifically explain the carbonation process of a bottle of champagne to an attractive “news reporter.”
