Friday, June 03, 2005

Ball Bluster

My grumpiness continues. The only stuff I've written lately has been baseball related.

Just so I've posted something this week here goes - the Weekly Ball Summary:

Week 3 proved another tough contest for the Diamond Dogs as the team squeaked out a 6-5 victory over the Menace in what may have been the most exiting game in team history. As usual the team displayed some amazing defense, playing virtually error free ball. Of the many highlights our second base tandem of D and A were fabulous, a virtual baseball black hole on the right side of the infield, and the arms in the outfield showed off their prowess notably, C throwing out a runner trying to go first to third on a single and Ben throwing out a runner (Granola Girl) at first from RF on a hard hit ball that got through the infield.

However the play of the day makes these pale in comparison. Heading into the top of the ninth the Dogs led the Menace 6-4. With one out and a runner on base the Menace's K was at the plate. All day she had hit the ball solidly and the Dogs’ defense was aligned in preparation for another well struck ball. Again K made good contact, however this time she had hit the ball with such authority that it screamed over the heads of the Dogs’ outfield. The ball skipped though LF at Trinity South, eventually passing the trees and rolling out onto the asphalt. As the Dogs outfield sprinted after the ball the runner on base scored drawing the game to within one run. After an excellent under-the-trees relay from J, B, now in mid LF, had the ball. As K turned the corner at 3rd and ran for plate, representing the tying run, B threw home. The throw was online, but hit the dirt 6 feet in front of the plate. Off one hop, the catcher A came up with the ball and the runner was out by one step. One more out, a scorcher to first handled adeptly by T and the Dogs won 6-5, moving to 3-0 on the season.

And, I was asked by Granola Girl, who is putting together a newsletter fot the league to write a team history kinda thingy. Looks like the newsletter may not come out so I thought I'd put it up somewhere:

In the spring of 2003 following the demise of my slo-pitch team I was desperate to find a fun league in which to play ball. After some searching I found the $#BL and decided to put together a team. The squad was cobbled together on some strict criteria: 1) must want to have fun playing, and be at least a little fun 2) must drink beer, and 3) must try to do well (actually doing well not-so-much). Throw in a forced Bowie reference and the Diamond Dogs were born.

The resulting team is an eclectic mix that has tons of fun both on the field and of course, later at the bar. Who knew screenwriters and M.BA’s could get along so well? Winning only one game, the first season was not a success in terms of victories though it was hugely enjoyable for the team. In large part this was due to the league being so welcoming and largely sharing the Diamond Dogs’ fun first, beer second, and winning third (if at all) philosophy.

Finally, in our third year the Dogs have been able to pay some attention to the third tenet of the team’s philosophy (we’re a tad slow) and have come out to a surprising 3 – 0 start. It’s uncertain whether it’s because the rust has started to come off some neglected skills or rather that our team is in much better shape after chasing down so many opponents hits the first couple of years, but the team is starting to put things together.

It’s too early to tell if the Diamond Dogs will be contenders or merely pretenders this year but one thing is certain; the team will be well represented at the bar after games.


Thursday, May 26, 2005

Driven To Distraction

Things have been rather crappy in this corner of the blogoshpere but not so bad that any complaints provide a solid rant. I'm unable to write about such annoyances without sounding like anything other than whining.

Fortunately, I have found a brand new way to procrastinate distract myself from such petty irritants.


It's like minesweeper hopped up on brain steroids. More thinking, less clicking; and it's portable too. Give it a go.


Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Weddoes Revisited

Checking out where people have come from on sitemeter I found a vistor that came looking for The Wedding Present stuff through Technocrati. A little investigation of the links there led me to this:

The Perfumed Garden: An Audio Tribute To the Late John Peel

The site contains tons of great links to fabulous tunes, many of which have unfortunately expired. To my great exitement there's actually a recording of the Weddoes show in T.O. that I recently attended.

The file can be found through the above link or here

It's big (110MB) but it works and it's great. Get it before it's gone.



Monday, May 16, 2005


From Icy:

You scored as Existentialist. Existentialism emphasizes human capability. There is no greater power interfering with life and thus it is up to us to make things happen. Sometimes considered a negative and depressing world view, your optimism towards human accomplishment is immense. Mankind is condemned to be free and must accept the responsibility.







Cultural Creative










What is Your World View? (corrected...hopefully)
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Dirtbag Ball Weekend


Baseball practice
Hanging out on patio with team
Another patio w/ Krazy Courier Girl
Yet another patio w/ KCG and friends
Cold tea in Chinatown until very late


Stumble out of unfamiliar apartment (#1) still in ball clothes
Head to park looking for noon pickup game
Drink coffee
No pickup game but Granola Girl comes by
Join GG’s team for a ball practice
GG’s team and the other team on the next diamond, start impromptu game
Have coffee and chat w/ GG
Head off to patio to resolve this issue, things go well
Grab supplies (beer) and head over to poker game
Play cards with interesting people including one of the scions of a Canadian literary icon
Game breaks up way early and head over to local bar
Many beers, shots, and bon mots at bar
Cold tea in Chinatown until very late


Stumble out of unfamiliar apartment (#2) still in ball clothes
Head to park looking for afternoon pickup game
Drink coffee
Watch part of VE day parade
Play in pickup game
Head to other diamond for ball league’s opening ceremonies
Head back to first diamond for game
Team plays well and wins 9 – 3 (yay!)
Celebratory beer/shots at the Bar


Stumble out of unfamiliar apartment (#3) still in ball clothes
Drink coffee
Finally head home
Examine sunburn, including Rudolph like nose, ponder various aches and pains, question whether I’m getting too old for this. (No)


Friday, May 06, 2005


There's this bar I go to only for business meetings. It’s nothing special, it’s just located well, has smoking at the bar, and incidentally, has very attractive wait staff. The crowd leaves something to be desired, but there’s almost always an available booth or table, and for a meeting the crowd doesn’t really come into the equation.

Meetings are irregular; sometimes twice in a week, sometimes not at all and on varying days of the week. After going here for a couple of months we realized that although our timetable may be erratic, the cuties on staff seemed to hold to a fixed schedule; beaudacious blondes on Tuesdays, pulchritudinous peroxides on Wednesdays, ravishingly ravenhaired on Thursday’s etc.

A month or so ago, J and I walk in together and are chatting away about things. As we enter the partitioned bar we run into and are greeted by one of the servers, Buxom Brunette (BB). She’s one of those incredibly soft talkers that my range of hearing has difficulty picking up. I interpret what she’s said as a generic greeting and we amble our way over to the bar as the room is uncharacteristically busy and all the tables and booths are occupied. While deciding between the variety of taps from which will pour the evening’s libations, J and I are still carrying on our conversation when BB, now behind the bar, approaches. Ahh, I think, a chance to order, one step closer to slaking the thirst of the day. But alas, it is not to be, as she avoids eye contact and starts to pour from the taps directly in front of us.

Finally, we have her attention but just as I prepare to announce my choice of amber beery goodness, a pint unasked for, is placed in front of me. My ensuing confusion, combined with the normal tongue-tying effects pretty girls often have, leads to my mute acceptance of the offered beer. Who would I be to turn down a pint, much less one proffered by a lovely lass? Meanwhile J still has to place his order.

As will happen when beer is put in front of me, the liquid disappears happily into my gullet, normally necessitating the order of another pint. Again, just as I’m about to ask, shazam, a beer magically appears before me. Of what variety, I’m unsure, but again, taken aback I remain silent. I have no idea what happened, we ended up paying for all the beer but never got an explanation why they kept appearing unrequested. Perhaps, she overheard us talking and misconstrued something we said. I was at a loss.

The next time we go on that day of the week there’s not nearly as many people and we come in and go straight into an open booth. I look up and notice that BB is behind the bar; she hasn’t heard us talking this time so I’m thinking I may actually get some choice as to what I’m drinking. Alas, no. She comes over to our booth with menus and, of course, a pint already poured, which she places in front of me.

Anyway, this night continues much as the last, with beers magically appearing in front of me, sadly though all included on the tab. At the end of the night, after we pay our tab and are putting our jacket on, she says, in that tiny, quiet, voice that I have so much trouble hearing “See ya later, John”. Well I think that’s what she said. J couldn’t make it out for sure either.

John? John? She’s mistaken me for someone else? Even without my wacky mop of hair I’m unusually tall and unusually skinny thin slender. To make things more improbable, she heard me speak at length at the bar.

It appears that I must have a Doppelganger who goes to this little bar on Thursday nights. Last night we scheduled another meeting and plans we made to confront BB about my evil twin. Perhaps, I would even have the good fortune to run into the Doppelganger in person. Alas, it was not to be. We arrived and neither was BB working nor was there anyone who remotely resembled me.

Ah, next time.

If you have any ideas for pranks or other ways to take advantage of the situation, please pass them on.


Monday, May 02, 2005

Poor, poor asshole

I think it's great when the chance opens up to defend an asshole. That way the points one makes aren't clouded or diminished by any sentimentality, whether real or perceived.

Today's asshole is Rush Lim.baugh. The issue at hand is the Florida State Attorney's continued investigation into Mr. Lim.baugh's "doctor shopping" to feed his painkiller addiction.

Isn't addiction considered an illness? Here's a guy, albeit an asshole, who's sick. Sure he may have done marginally illegal things but to what end? Merely to feed his addiction. It wasn't for profit. It wasn't some endemic subversion of the system. His behaviour won't inspire legions of citizens to do the same thing. This was an isolated, personal case.

What is served by "conducting an ongoing criminal investigation"?

Will this prevent the asshole is question from becoming a recidivist? I think that the fallout from the first time is a sufficient deterrent. Is he a threat to society? No, he, at least in this aspect, is someone to be pitied. Does Mr. Lim.baugh need to be prosecuted so that he will be rehabilitated? He's gone into rehab, and again, I think if at all possible he'd want to avoid a scandal like this repeating itself.

What does that leave us with? Retribution. Not the legal kind. The petty, knock down your "betters" and grab headlines while your at it kind.

This, of course, ignores all kinds of other issues like rights to privacy.

If I was a Florida taxpayer I'd be PISSED. What a waste of time and money. The guy's sick after all. Poor, poor asshole.