At about 9:30 this evening, I finished my frozen chicken pot pie from D'Agostino and was sitting on my couch watching some Jazz/Spurs action. Then the thought struck me: Why am I watching a game that not even members of the Jazz or Spurs care about, especially on this pristine Manhattan night?
Two minutes later I was strolling down Columbus. I figured I'd walk until I was either bored or tired and then start to head back. By about 50th Street (I live on 60th) I was wondering if I'd run into someone I know. Coming to the corner of 47th Street, my self-absorbed thinking was interrupted (and reinforced?) by the yell of "Mike!" I turned around to see my semi-buzzed Kansas friend Bailey running towards me. She was in a wine bar with a friend. She insisted I come inside for a little while, to which I obliged, and I tasted a few sips of various vinos. She and her friend came down with a car they were borrowing in order to move Bailey into my building. Long story short, I ended up driving the friend back to her place on 82nd and Amsterdam, and took Bailey back to good ole' McMahon Hall. Thus an uneventful night can be converted in a New York minute.
I know I'll enjoy living here this summer. I'll enjoy it more in a few weeks when I start collecting a regular paycheck. If you ever find yourself on 60th between Amsterdam and Columbus give me a yell.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Yanks and Cano KAY-oed
If the Yankee secondbaseman's errors from this afternoon played last night's Yankee runs, the defensive gaffes would have it by a score of 3-2. FOX named Endy Chavez as the Mets' player of the game. WFAN gave the honor to David Wright. They both had it wrong. Robinson Cano was the MVP of the day.
Good teams get the breaks. Bad teams' pitchers have their index fingers broken. Now I don't wish injuries upon any player, unless your name is Barry Bonds and you're about to break a hallowed record. But the first of Endy's four hits on the day proved to be the hardest as it felled the Yanks' starter. Mike Myers was not shown mercy by the Kings of Queens and all of New York as David Wright served up a two-run bomb out of Shea and into Citi Field. The rest of the game was a dandy, with some repeat Wright Stuff later on.
The only bit of agida came after Thomas Michael Glavine left the game - love the middle name, Tom. I predicted to my Dad when Schoeneweis came on in relief that an 8-2 Mets' laugher wouldn't stay very funny. I was right as he gave up three runs in the seventh and the start of the eighth, and I sensed a revived Yankee team as their lineup reverted back to the top. For the second straight night though, Captain Jeter went down to end the eighth. Thank you, the better blatantly German-named Mets' pitcher. By the by, his middle name is Michael, too.
To the bottom of the eighth, Cano made it a little more comfortable for us again when he thought his shoe was Josh Phelps' glove. Important to note here was that before Cano's botched throw, Wright and Beltran reached second and third on a double steal after Willie Randolph signaled for it. If Willie doesn't make that call, Cano puts the ball in his back pocket after Julio Franco's infield hit and only one run scores. Dr. Randolph again showed he deserves his new title.
On May 20, 2006, Billy Wagner came into the middle game of a Subway Series and attempted to close out a four run Mets lead to win the Shea half of the Series. This afternoon, Billy Wagner came into the middle game of a Subway Series and attempted to close out a four run Mets lead to win the Shea half of the Series. On May 20, 2006, giddiness turned to worry as Wagner proved shaky. This afternoon, giddiness turned to worry as Wagner proved shaky. On May 20, 2006, worry turned to horror as the Yankees tied the game and went on to beat Jorge Julio in the tenth. This afternoon, worry turned back into giddiness as Wagner baffled Phelps and put that bitch in the books, 10-7.
Tomorrow night I'll be at Shea with my broom to sweep the Yankees into the waiting hot bats of the Boston Red Sox. We then go to Atlanta and attempt to give ourselves some divisional breathing room. It's good to be king.
Good teams get the breaks. Bad teams' pitchers have their index fingers broken. Now I don't wish injuries upon any player, unless your name is Barry Bonds and you're about to break a hallowed record. But the first of Endy's four hits on the day proved to be the hardest as it felled the Yanks' starter. Mike Myers was not shown mercy by the Kings of Queens and all of New York as David Wright served up a two-run bomb out of Shea and into Citi Field. The rest of the game was a dandy, with some repeat Wright Stuff later on.
The only bit of agida came after Thomas Michael Glavine left the game - love the middle name, Tom. I predicted to my Dad when Schoeneweis came on in relief that an 8-2 Mets' laugher wouldn't stay very funny. I was right as he gave up three runs in the seventh and the start of the eighth, and I sensed a revived Yankee team as their lineup reverted back to the top. For the second straight night though, Captain Jeter went down to end the eighth. Thank you, the better blatantly German-named Mets' pitcher. By the by, his middle name is Michael, too.
To the bottom of the eighth, Cano made it a little more comfortable for us again when he thought his shoe was Josh Phelps' glove. Important to note here was that before Cano's botched throw, Wright and Beltran reached second and third on a double steal after Willie Randolph signaled for it. If Willie doesn't make that call, Cano puts the ball in his back pocket after Julio Franco's infield hit and only one run scores. Dr. Randolph again showed he deserves his new title.
On May 20, 2006, Billy Wagner came into the middle game of a Subway Series and attempted to close out a four run Mets lead to win the Shea half of the Series. This afternoon, Billy Wagner came into the middle game of a Subway Series and attempted to close out a four run Mets lead to win the Shea half of the Series. On May 20, 2006, giddiness turned to worry as Wagner proved shaky. This afternoon, giddiness turned to worry as Wagner proved shaky. On May 20, 2006, worry turned to horror as the Yankees tied the game and went on to beat Jorge Julio in the tenth. This afternoon, worry turned back into giddiness as Wagner baffled Phelps and put that bitch in the books, 10-7.
Tomorrow night I'll be at Shea with my broom to sweep the Yankees into the waiting hot bats of the Boston Red Sox. We then go to Atlanta and attempt to give ourselves some divisional breathing room. It's good to be king.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Subway Series, BABY
Awesomeness On A Stick readers, be prepared for a weekend full of New York vs. New York coverage. Upon recommendation from one of my readers, I decided to ramp up the bloggage during what is always one of my favorite weekends of the year.
It all started this morning. The SNY Subway Series Kickoff at 51st Street and 6th Avenue. While I did not win tickets for this weekend (which is OK, because I'm going Sunday night), I fulfilled a long-time dream of mine in meeting the Voice of the Mets. The finest first baseman and most debonair pitcher in team history, now both voices of awesomeness as well, were also in attendance. I chatted with the guys for a good minute, took a picture with them, and got all three to sign my baseball. When I have a desk one day, that ball is gonna sit on it forever.
An abbreviated play-by-play of the game follows:
Top 1:
7:12 - Oh, Endy. Oh, Endy, Endy, Endy. Throwin' the Damon out at second.
7:17 - Perez walks Posada. SETTLE DOWN OLLIE.
7:19 - Easley grabs one out of the air that could've been bad.
Bottom 1:
7:22 - Andy Pettitte, meet Jose Reyes. You do NOT want to let him get on base. Aaaand ya just did.
7:24 - Pettitte just tried to pick off Jose for at least the third time. And we have our first Yankees Suck chant of the night.
7:26 - After Easley walks, El Esta Aqui in the form of Carlos B.
7:28 - One to nothing Mets as Carlos D. sacrifices Legs home. Told ya, Andy.
Top 2:
7:35 - Not much to report as Ollie gets through on eight pitches. Two of them were fly balls to Endy.
Bottom 2:
7:41 - It was a pitcher's second inning.
Top 3:
7:44 - We have our first strikeout of the night as Ollie gets Andy looking.
7:48 - Another 1-2-3 inning despite an error by Carlos G. It was only a missed foul, so no need to get cranky.
Bottom 3:
7:50 - Don't you love it when a pitcher produces as many hits as he's given up?
7:51 - Voice just did a Jeter/Legs stats comparison. Keith said he'd take either. Ron said something about Jeet having more bling bling on his fingers. Best broadcast team ever.
7:53 - Booo 6-4-3 double play grounded into by Easley.
Top 4:
7:55 - Coming back from commercial, Voice did a Jets Nation promo. Keith has a Chad Pennington bobblehead on the desk. Ron asks the bobblehead if he likes the Patriots. Keith makes mini-Chad shake its head.
7:56 - Cut to the booth again. As Voice and Ron have a serious conversation about Subway Series hype, Keith's looking at the camera laughing.
8:00 - Still never a fan of a Matsui in Shea as Hideki launches a two-run bomb. Two to one Yanks.
Bottom 4:
8:10 - Beltran, Delgado, Wright. Strikeout, groundout, groundout.
Top 5:
8:16 - White men can jump if they are from Virginia and named David Wright. Side retired.
Bottom 5:
8:19 - LoDuca doubles down the third base line. Let's get some runs here.
8:20 - And it's outta here! Endy proves once again that he's the Prince of Shea. Mets back on top, 3-2.
8:24 - JOSE JOSE JOSE JOSE, JOSE, JOSE. Mets fans just have more fun.
Top 6:
8:28 - Perez has thrown just seventy-seven pitches and we're in the sixth already. And the game's not even an hour and a half old. Wow.
8:33 - Legs just blatantly tried to drop a fly ball to induce a double play. Hey, where's the ump's wallet?
Bottom 6:
8:42 - Los Mets va uno, dos, tres.
Top 7:
8:45 - Ollie's looking amazing. Some action in the bullpen, though.
8:47 - Some DP action involving Wright, Easley, and Delgado. Shecond Shtanzaaa.
Bottom 7:
8:52 - Harold "I'm ashamed of my real name so I call myself John Sterling" Moskowitz probably would have just proclaimed a DOOKIE DOUBLE if LoDuca played for the Yankees. But he doesn't. Very important.
Top 8:
8:55 - Seriously? We're only an hour and 45 minutes into the game and seven innings are in the books. At this rate, we'll be two games up and they'll be ten games out at 9:18.
8:58 - Bobby Abreu strikes out.
9:08 - After Ollie leaves with two outs in the eighth, Joe Smith comes in and strikes out the ALMIGHTY Captain Jeter. Feelin' good things, good things.
Bottom 8:
9:17 - Scott Proctor gets the Mets out in order. Enter Sandman.
Top 9:
9:19 - A-Rod grounds to Reyes, on to first. In time! Two more to go.
9:22 - STRUCK OUT POSADA. And then there was one.
9:24 - Matsui infield hit. What the hell?
9:25 - Fat Giambi is up.
9:28 - He struck him out swinging. PUT IT IN THE BOOKS!
The Angry Puppy predicted a 9-3 Yankee win. I wish he would predict sudden doom for the human race now as well.
Oliver Perez answered the question of "Which Oliver Perez will the Mets see tonight?" after the fifth and sixth innings, over which stretch he faced only seven batters after temporarily giving up the lead in the fourth. The Oliver Perez the Mets saw tonight was the one who kicks ass and takes names. After hurling a gem over seven and two-thirds, Joe Smith came in to strike out Derek Jeter. Billy Wagner then converted his tenth save out of ten opportunities, lowering his ERA to a nearly flawless 0.50. The New York Mets are now two games ahead of the Atlanta Braves in the National League Eastern Division. It's good to be king.
See you all tomorrow night. Sans the exhaustive play-by-play.
It all started this morning. The SNY Subway Series Kickoff at 51st Street and 6th Avenue. While I did not win tickets for this weekend (which is OK, because I'm going Sunday night), I fulfilled a long-time dream of mine in meeting the Voice of the Mets. The finest first baseman and most debonair pitcher in team history, now both voices of awesomeness as well, were also in attendance. I chatted with the guys for a good minute, took a picture with them, and got all three to sign my baseball. When I have a desk one day, that ball is gonna sit on it forever.
An abbreviated play-by-play of the game follows:
Top 1:
7:12 - Oh, Endy. Oh, Endy, Endy, Endy. Throwin' the Damon out at second.
7:17 - Perez walks Posada. SETTLE DOWN OLLIE.
7:19 - Easley grabs one out of the air that could've been bad.
Bottom 1:
7:22 - Andy Pettitte, meet Jose Reyes. You do NOT want to let him get on base. Aaaand ya just did.
7:24 - Pettitte just tried to pick off Jose for at least the third time. And we have our first Yankees Suck chant of the night.
7:26 - After Easley walks, El Esta Aqui in the form of Carlos B.
7:28 - One to nothing Mets as Carlos D. sacrifices Legs home. Told ya, Andy.
Top 2:
7:35 - Not much to report as Ollie gets through on eight pitches. Two of them were fly balls to Endy.
Bottom 2:
7:41 - It was a pitcher's second inning.
Top 3:
7:44 - We have our first strikeout of the night as Ollie gets Andy looking.
7:48 - Another 1-2-3 inning despite an error by Carlos G. It was only a missed foul, so no need to get cranky.
Bottom 3:
7:50 - Don't you love it when a pitcher produces as many hits as he's given up?
7:51 - Voice just did a Jeter/Legs stats comparison. Keith said he'd take either. Ron said something about Jeet having more bling bling on his fingers. Best broadcast team ever.
7:53 - Booo 6-4-3 double play grounded into by Easley.
Top 4:
7:55 - Coming back from commercial, Voice did a Jets Nation promo. Keith has a Chad Pennington bobblehead on the desk. Ron asks the bobblehead if he likes the Patriots. Keith makes mini-Chad shake its head.
7:56 - Cut to the booth again. As Voice and Ron have a serious conversation about Subway Series hype, Keith's looking at the camera laughing.
8:00 - Still never a fan of a Matsui in Shea as Hideki launches a two-run bomb. Two to one Yanks.
Bottom 4:
8:10 - Beltran, Delgado, Wright. Strikeout, groundout, groundout.
Top 5:
8:16 - White men can jump if they are from Virginia and named David Wright. Side retired.
Bottom 5:
8:19 - LoDuca doubles down the third base line. Let's get some runs here.
8:20 - And it's outta here! Endy proves once again that he's the Prince of Shea. Mets back on top, 3-2.
8:24 - JOSE JOSE JOSE JOSE, JOSE, JOSE. Mets fans just have more fun.
Top 6:
8:28 - Perez has thrown just seventy-seven pitches and we're in the sixth already. And the game's not even an hour and a half old. Wow.
8:33 - Legs just blatantly tried to drop a fly ball to induce a double play. Hey, where's the ump's wallet?
Bottom 6:
8:42 - Los Mets va uno, dos, tres.
Top 7:
8:45 - Ollie's looking amazing. Some action in the bullpen, though.
8:47 - Some DP action involving Wright, Easley, and Delgado. Shecond Shtanzaaa.
Bottom 7:
8:52 - Harold "I'm ashamed of my real name so I call myself John Sterling" Moskowitz probably would have just proclaimed a DOOKIE DOUBLE if LoDuca played for the Yankees. But he doesn't. Very important.
Top 8:
8:55 - Seriously? We're only an hour and 45 minutes into the game and seven innings are in the books. At this rate, we'll be two games up and they'll be ten games out at 9:18.
8:58 - Bobby Abreu strikes out.
9:08 - After Ollie leaves with two outs in the eighth, Joe Smith comes in and strikes out the ALMIGHTY Captain Jeter. Feelin' good things, good things.
Bottom 8:
9:17 - Scott Proctor gets the Mets out in order. Enter Sandman.
Top 9:
9:19 - A-Rod grounds to Reyes, on to first. In time! Two more to go.
9:22 - STRUCK OUT POSADA. And then there was one.
9:24 - Matsui infield hit. What the hell?
9:25 - Fat Giambi is up.
9:28 - He struck him out swinging. PUT IT IN THE BOOKS!
The Angry Puppy predicted a 9-3 Yankee win. I wish he would predict sudden doom for the human race now as well.
Oliver Perez answered the question of "Which Oliver Perez will the Mets see tonight?" after the fifth and sixth innings, over which stretch he faced only seven batters after temporarily giving up the lead in the fourth. The Oliver Perez the Mets saw tonight was the one who kicks ass and takes names. After hurling a gem over seven and two-thirds, Joe Smith came in to strike out Derek Jeter. Billy Wagner then converted his tenth save out of ten opportunities, lowering his ERA to a nearly flawless 0.50. The New York Mets are now two games ahead of the Atlanta Braves in the National League Eastern Division. It's good to be king.
See you all tomorrow night. Sans the exhaustive play-by-play.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Which of the following is an umbrella term for psychological disorders NOT considered part of an entity's internal control structure?
That basically sums up my 9:30-2 today.
I now have four finals under my belt. Two on Tuesday and two today. Any energy remaining in my system has been channelled into catching up on Runner's World and writing a little. I just need to get through the Mets game tomorrow night. A warm, late-spring night at Shea ain't nothing to complain about, but because of the energy I usually exert rooting for my favorite baldplayers, I should probably take a nap tomorrow.
Speaking of my favorite leisure time (um, what's that?) activity, I spend the vast majority of my drive time between February and October listening to WFAN-NY 660AM. Aside from the black hole left by nappygate, the station is entirely sports talk. If you've ever encountered a New York sports fan, you probably noticed that, while very knowledgeable of the subject, his speech was filled with mania coupled with the occasional droning. WFAN hosts do not disappoint. Their personalities and styles are what make the station among the most listened to by men 18-54 years of age. Credit to Toastedjoe for creating a game in response to the loveable talking heads that involves everyone's favorite activity - drinking:
"The rules are simple. During any WFAN broadcast, take a drink whenever any of the following events take place:
1. Every time Joe Beningo says "ohhh, the pain!"
2. Every time Steve Sommers uses a Yiddish word.
3. Every time Mike Francesa repeats himself over the course of a show (warning: may result in alcohol poisoning)
4. Every time a Yankee fan caller says the word "Jee-tuh."
5. Every time you laugh at the mental image of Mike and Dog "goin' at it as hard as they can!" (actual line from their theme song)
6. Every time Beningo says "...when of COUUUURSE..."
7. Every time you hear the words "first time, long time."
8. Every time Doggie says "If that happens....I'll live wit' it. I'll live wit' it."
9. Every time Francesa cuts off a stupid caller by saying "You're gone...goodbye. Goodbye."
10. Every time Doggie cackles.
11. Every time Beningo says "...and you just KNOW" something bad will happen to the Mets, Jets, Rangers, or Knicks.
12. Every time Richard Neer asks himself a question and gives a wishy-washy answer ("Will Pedro's injury hurt the Mets in the long run? I don't know.")
13. Every time Doggie says "waaaaaaaaw!!"
14. Every time Mike and Dog read a Steinbrenner "missive."
15. Every time Sweeney Murti calls in and kisses some Yankee ass.
16. Every time Mike and/or Dog bash Mets management.
17. Every time Doggie's basis for an argument is "that's all there is to it." (e.g., "Coughlin's gotta kick the field goal there, that's all there is to it.")
18. Every time Beningo mentions Scott Kazmir.
Happy drinkin'!"
Each morning I lend an ear to whomever is replacing the nationally syndicated Imus spot for the day. This morning's attempt to give a chance to the garden-variety talker yielded the following brief exchange between the radio and myself, followed by an immediate changing of the dial:
Radio announcer: You're listening to Geraldo Rivera on SportsRadio66 WFAN New York.
Me: Noo I'm not. Don Imus must be rolling in his grave.
The studios are in Astoria, Queens. I should get there at six each morning, do a four hour show, and head to school. I've got to be less maddening than Geraldo and I definitely would command a smaller salary. Get at me, (station manager) Chernoff.
End FAN talk.
I don't know what I want to do when I grew up. I had it figured out so much better when I looked like this. Kudos to Cousin Dylan for being awesome and now cancer-free.
I now have four finals under my belt. Two on Tuesday and two today. Any energy remaining in my system has been channelled into catching up on Runner's World and writing a little. I just need to get through the Mets game tomorrow night. A warm, late-spring night at Shea ain't nothing to complain about, but because of the energy I usually exert rooting for my favorite baldplayers, I should probably take a nap tomorrow.
Speaking of my favorite leisure time (um, what's that?) activity, I spend the vast majority of my drive time between February and October listening to WFAN-NY 660AM. Aside from the black hole left by nappygate, the station is entirely sports talk. If you've ever encountered a New York sports fan, you probably noticed that, while very knowledgeable of the subject, his speech was filled with mania coupled with the occasional droning. WFAN hosts do not disappoint. Their personalities and styles are what make the station among the most listened to by men 18-54 years of age. Credit to Toastedjoe for creating a game in response to the loveable talking heads that involves everyone's favorite activity - drinking:
"The rules are simple. During any WFAN broadcast, take a drink whenever any of the following events take place:
1. Every time Joe Beningo says "ohhh, the pain!"
2. Every time Steve Sommers uses a Yiddish word.
3. Every time Mike Francesa repeats himself over the course of a show (warning: may result in alcohol poisoning)
4. Every time a Yankee fan caller says the word "Jee-tuh."
5. Every time you laugh at the mental image of Mike and Dog "goin' at it as hard as they can!" (actual line from their theme song)
6. Every time Beningo says "...when of COUUUURSE..."
7. Every time you hear the words "first time, long time."
8. Every time Doggie says "If that happens....I'll live wit' it. I'll live wit' it."
9. Every time Francesa cuts off a stupid caller by saying "You're gone...goodbye. Goodbye."
10. Every time Doggie cackles.
11. Every time Beningo says "...and you just KNOW" something bad will happen to the Mets, Jets, Rangers, or Knicks.
12. Every time Richard Neer asks himself a question and gives a wishy-washy answer ("Will Pedro's injury hurt the Mets in the long run? I don't know.")
13. Every time Doggie says "waaaaaaaaw!!"
14. Every time Mike and Dog read a Steinbrenner "missive."
15. Every time Sweeney Murti calls in and kisses some Yankee ass.
16. Every time Mike and/or Dog bash Mets management.
17. Every time Doggie's basis for an argument is "that's all there is to it." (e.g., "Coughlin's gotta kick the field goal there, that's all there is to it.")
18. Every time Beningo mentions Scott Kazmir.
Happy drinkin'!"
Each morning I lend an ear to whomever is replacing the nationally syndicated Imus spot for the day. This morning's attempt to give a chance to the garden-variety talker yielded the following brief exchange between the radio and myself, followed by an immediate changing of the dial:
Radio announcer: You're listening to Geraldo Rivera on SportsRadio66 WFAN New York.
Me: Noo I'm not. Don Imus must be rolling in his grave.
The studios are in Astoria, Queens. I should get there at six each morning, do a four hour show, and head to school. I've got to be less maddening than Geraldo and I definitely would command a smaller salary. Get at me, (station manager) Chernoff.
End FAN talk.
I don't know what I want to do when I grew up. I had it figured out so much better when I looked like this. Kudos to Cousin Dylan for being awesome and now cancer-free.
Friday, May 4, 2007
First off, I'd like to say thanks to all of you who've been reading so far. I'm up to 102 clicks as of this writing, and at least half of those aren't even mine!
Even though most of my posts have been political in nature, that's not what I'm completely about. Just been sorta riled up lately.
I'm working on Sunday. At a funeral home, to be more specific. No, I've never seen Six Feet Under so I don't know if it's the same. The funeral business, like any other business, is a business. I'm not a licensed funeral director (nor will I ever be), so I don't do the especially gruesome stuff. I'm an assistant to the funeral directors, nine men ranging in age from thirty-five to sixty-seven. When I'm not supervising wakes or performing mundane office tasks, I talk baseball, comedy, women, and life with some of the younger guys. I've never had a burning desire to work in a funeral home, I just needed money and a kid I knew from high school mentioned the good pay here.
After three years, I leave the place in a week. I'm interning for a Big 4 accounting firm this summer, a summer which I've been looking forward to more than any other. I'll be living at Fordham's Lincoln Center campus during the internship. Manhattan living has been a desire of mine since I was a boy of six, walking with my Mother in the cool December evenings of the truly magical Christmastime in the City. I always wondered why visit the magic when you can live among it.
Even though most of my posts have been political in nature, that's not what I'm completely about. Just been sorta riled up lately.
I'm working on Sunday. At a funeral home, to be more specific. No, I've never seen Six Feet Under so I don't know if it's the same. The funeral business, like any other business, is a business. I'm not a licensed funeral director (nor will I ever be), so I don't do the especially gruesome stuff. I'm an assistant to the funeral directors, nine men ranging in age from thirty-five to sixty-seven. When I'm not supervising wakes or performing mundane office tasks, I talk baseball, comedy, women, and life with some of the younger guys. I've never had a burning desire to work in a funeral home, I just needed money and a kid I knew from high school mentioned the good pay here.
After three years, I leave the place in a week. I'm interning for a Big 4 accounting firm this summer, a summer which I've been looking forward to more than any other. I'll be living at Fordham's Lincoln Center campus during the internship. Manhattan living has been a desire of mine since I was a boy of six, walking with my Mother in the cool December evenings of the truly magical Christmastime in the City. I always wondered why visit the magic when you can live among it.
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