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Or perhaps Walken?
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Or perhaps Walken?
Here's the scenario that scares me: tonight, Yankees win, Sox lose. Yanks go 2 up.
I've been getting lots of free polo shirts lately. Saturday, I helped out with running a NAMI fair, which was basically to educate people in the community about mental illness and recruit volunteers for our studies. My title was "Runner". My job? To carry all the heavy stuff from the kitchen into the main room. Big bins of soda and large trays of sandwiches were my lot. This is what two years in grad school has gotten me. But listening to the speakers was interesting, and I enjoyed talking to people who came to our information table, which I also sat at for a while. In the middle, I had to leave to play in my flag football game, with my team "Chan's Olives". It's named after a grad student in our department and I think "olive" is what you get if you translate football into Chinese and then back again. Seriously, I'm pretty sure that's where it came from. Anyway, we won 20-7. I caught a pass. Yeah, I'm as surprised as anyone about that one. I think I must have frozen for a second when it dropped into my hands, but then I ran like hell. Didn't make it to the end zone, but gained some good yardage. Anyone who has me on their fantasy team, you can celebrate. So right, the polo shirt. I got one for working at the NAMI fair.
Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, but for some reason this morning I've gravitated toward other people's "chick music" on iTunes -- Avril, Alanis, and Jewel have made the playlist so far. I'm in a comtemplative mood. Guilty pleasures? Or just reality setting in? (See previous post and current AL East standings). I'm all for chick music, but I have to be in a certain mood and frame of mind to enjoy it. I guess I am.
That's it -- they pushed me to the limit. I made it almost an entire season without one good Red Sox Rant, but this is just too much. With the events of tonight complete, including a Sox loss at the hands of the bottom-feeding Devil Rays and a Yankees win thanks to a walk-off home run by a guy named Bubba, the NYY are .5 games behind. Basically, they're tied. Let's be honest. Half a game? This is an artificial thing. For all intents and purposes (up until very recently, I actually thought this phrase was spoken "For all intensive purposes"), they are in a tie. My only consolation is that the Sox are still, through a statistical technicality, still on the top line, where they have been since June 24. If memory serves me, the Yankees have spent less than 48 hours by themselves on that top line this season, but it is quite possible that tomorrow at this time they could be occupying the top line all by their lonesome. They hung around. They hung around all season. They won, they lost, they even spent some time in last place, but you just knew New York would make a run. So now, with two weeks left, it's put up or shut up. Thank God for Cleveland. I love that they're still front runners for the wild card. I just hope Boston won't be competing with them for it.
So I am now a third year grad student. Yes, hard to believe. In some way, some part of me still feels like the new guy, like I'm just getting my feet wet, just settling into this role, just feeling my way around this city, when in fact I am roughly halfway through this labyrinth (sp?) that will eventually end in me having a PhD and (hopefully) a few career options. It's a little daunting, a little exciting, a little...of everything. Two entirely new classes have come in since I got here. I'm starting to be the one who should have the answers, who should know things. It's a new role. I'll try to embrace it.
I am worth $1,758,850.
Ok, I've had some good comments in the past, mostly from ACTUAL, human readers of this blog, and I've had my fair share of ads masquarading as comments. But the comment for the post below is a real doozie. You must read it. The "commenter" purports to enjoy my stories, and tells me to "keep up the super articles!"
I haven't posted in a while. Mostly, I blame that on the death of our hard drive. Very sad. Sometime between last Thursday night and Friday morning, our little guy (or girl...who can say?) bit the dust. Most everything was replaceable, except for all the pictures. Those I think we'll miss a lot. But we're back in business today. New hard drive, starting fresh, a clean slate.