Reflections....are such a bitch sometimes.

After my morning "Hippie Speedball" and slopping of the hogs (otherwise known as feeding the felines), I sit down at the computer and begin to read my news emails. They go into their very own little file on my email program Thunderbird.

I get roughly 150 of them a day. I shit you not. It's a sickness I do readily admit that. Do not chastise me for it ok?

I start to scan the headlines of specific news agencies first and then it happens. My mind starts to go off on it's own tangent. A phrase, a graphic, sometimes...just a word will set it all in motion.

Its my job damn it, to blog the bullshit and I must make my appointed rounds of the news media outlets. Many times that is the only reason I have to get out of the sack in the morning. It really pisses me the hell off that my mind won't focus on the task at hand. So I fight it.

I end up losing more times than not. But this morning, my first morning waking up in my own bed after a week of sleeping in other people's beds like Goldi-fucking-locks...I just went with it. I leaned back in my leather chair with the special lumbar support and sighed...allowing my mind to go where it wanted.

It wanted to think about change..of scenery. My mind wanted to think about that long cross-country trip I want to make. Alone. Yes, alone..I want to be able to go where and when I feel like it as I see America and Blogger's I have come to know and love. This isn't an unusual feeling or emotion for me....taking off for parts unknown.

I usually spend no more than five years in any one state. As an adult I have lived all over these here United States of America. I drug my son from CA to VA and back again. Then we moved to GA where he cleaned out my bank account and stole my car in the dead of night..in the middle of a violent rainstorm..but I digress.

I was traveling again, in my mind. I was seeing the different people and places I long to go. The Grand Canyon, Arches National Park, the Louisiana Bayou, the canyons of New York City, the spanish moss of GA.

Then I heard my ball and chain padding down the hall, his glasses perched on his nose and the newspaper firmly in his right hand. He was heading to the crapper to take up residence for as long as I allowed him to...before I banged on the door and asked him if he signed a lease on that room.

He stopped for a split second, looked up and said; "I am glad your home baby."

I said; "Me too sweetcheeks."

And I meant it. I adore the ball and chain. He has kept me stationary longer than any man or job or circumstance ever has in my entire adult life. The man should be sainted because he is my rudder because I am a miserable bitch to live with when I get itchy feet every six months or so.

So I stood up and demanded he come here immediately, kissed his bald spot and whispered "I love you" in his ear.

And he got that beautiful smile on his face that just melts my tension away.

And the sumbitch is still in the damn bathroom as I type this, 20 minutes later. ;p

The final curtain call for the House that Ruth built.

20 former Yanks showed up for tonights final game...only the Yanks could have that type of historical context.

They opened the stadium seven hours early, so fans could walk the field.

Roger Clemens was never mentioned.

They even dug up Julia Ruth Stevens, the daughter of the Babe, to toss out the last ceremonial pitch. She is 92.

In its final season, the Yankees set a record for attendance, 4,298,543. The Yanks will never break that record as the new stadium is smaller than the House that Ruth built.

Someday we'll go all the way...

Football!!!!

Love this hit!

Our long nightmare is over...

Favre has been traded to da Jets.. praise friggin jesus.

Can the planet commence spinning on it's axis now?

Smokin' Joe Bonamassa has a new album coming out!

I am part of the affiliate program..which means I get two bucks for every album purchased by clicking the linky to the right>>>>>>>>

There is no shipping charge either..and its a live album of one of the best blues players alive now..below is one of my favorites which is also on the album..Burning Hell.



Also..I purchased a treadmill today, interest free for a year..need to drop all the weight I have gained since I blew out my back two years ago. I GOT TO!!! Sadly the ball and chain doesn't share my enthusiasm for this purchase. Its a waste of money he says and I won't use it more than two months..

Gotta prove him wrong..yep..I surely do! ;p

Fantasy Football league formed..

Its on Yahoo..I refuse to play anything on fucking Fox sports ever again. Those fucktards couldn't run a decent site if their smarmy asses depended on it. So, the particulars:

League ID#:	91855
League Name:	Pigskin Prognosticators
Password:	nfl
Draft Type:	Live Draft
Draft Time:	Sat Aug 23 6:30pm PDT

The important stuff is the League ID and the password if you care to join. Come on, you know you want to..

Greg Norman..did he choke or was it just age that did him in?

I really want to know..which was it? SC mused tonight it was just age and his body letting him down, but I dunno..

Hasn't Norman choked in some serious majors in the past? The Times of England was fairly mean in their headline: Losing proves hard habit for Greg Norman to break.

It was hard to watch him sink to third after a great week. Broke my heart..

To be fair, Harrington has a stellar round. From Golf.com:

But when he had to make a birdie, Harrington made two, and an eagle, going four-under on his last six holes to shoot 69 and win the 137th British Open by four strokes over Ian Poulter (69).

"This year is more satisfying," said Harrington, who becomes the second player in the last four years and the 16th player overall to successfully defend his title. "You know, to go out there and shoot 69 in that last round, I don't think — if you had offered it to me last night I certainly would have taken it. It's the first time that I was in the last group of a major tournament on Sunday. So it's a different pressure, it's a different stress, and I'm delighted I managed it."

Norman, in the end, was bested by a better, younger player. sigh...

Its not looking good for The Rocket..

The more he protests the worse it gets for Roger Clemens. First Clemens pulled the big 60 Minutes interview out of his ass and then filed a defamation lawsuit against Brian McNamee.

Then Andy Pettite came clean that yes he indeed use performance-enhancing drugs, which validated half of what McNamee had claimed. Why would McNamee lie about one guy and not the other? Its a logical conclusion to say he didn't. When Andy also testified that he had spoken to Clemens about both of their use of performance-enhancing drugs that also solidified McNamee's claims.

Then Roger said he had no knowledge of McNamee's dealing in HGH. It was then discovered that McNamee had indeed shot up Rogers wife with the stuff. Roger claimed he forgot about that..Then there was the party at Jose Canseco's house that Clemens swore he never attended..that is until some pictures were produced from that fateful evening of..yes, Roger Clemens in attendance.

Now, Kurt Radomski has produced a little physical evidence. A receipt for a shipment of HGH that was sent directly to Clemen's house. From the ESPN writeup:

Convicted steroid distributor Kirk Radomski told ESPN.com that while he was moving a broken television off a dresser in the bedroom of his Long Island home last Sunday night, he found a shipping receipt for human growth hormone that he claims to have sent to Clemens' Houston home in 2002 or 2003. Radomski said he found that receipt, along with "seven or eight others" for shipments to other baseball players, under the TV.

"My TV broke and I said, 'Damn, I got to get it off the dresser,'" Radomski said Wednesday. "And it was right there."

Radomski said he turned the evidence over to federal authorities on Monday.

This surely can't help ole Roger..and frankly I could give a shit about the guy. He and Barroid Bonds can perhaps share a cell in federal prison? It could happen ya know... ;)

Fucking NL. They can't do anything right.

Just finished watching the 4 hour extravaganza, otherwise known as the MLB All Star game.

That's four hours of my life I will never get the fuck back. 11 Straight for the AL.

Christ the NL sucks..I mean they really fucking suck.

And here is a newsflash..so do the Padres.

Now thats what I call a temper tantrum!

Sweet Lou ain't got anything on this manager!

43 freaking hits? wtf gents?

(scoreboard for another memorable Rockie night..this time with the Padres) What the hell was that shit in Coors the other night? I know Coors is slugger friendly but my Gawd that was nasty. Nine runs down and its still not over..damn. According to Sportsline:

The last time two teams combined for this many runs was May 19, 1999, also at Coors Field, when the Cincinnati Reds roughed up the Rockies 24-12.

It wasn't a fun night for defense, thats for sure. In other news..the Padres helped the damn Dodgers last night..beating the D-backs handily. Peavy is going today..come on darlin..I got you in my lineup. Last time Peavy was up against Brandon Webb..Brandon came out with the win. In our lousy division someone needs to get to freaking 500..come on!

Boston-Yank$ game getting ready to start..Go BoSox!!!

Baseball fever..get the cure for it now.

I am extremely disillusioned and downright embarrassed about the state of the NL West this season. To put it in a single phrase:

The entire division sucks pond scum.

Even the AZ D-backs, who currently lead this sucky-ass division are barely above .500. This is horrible, simply fucking horrible. I can barely bring myself to watch any of the Padres or Dbacks games nightly. The Padres are in last-friggin-place btw. Plus, I am fairing the same in fantasy baseball..bringing up the ass-end of the league in which I am the commissioner.

The All-Star break is fast approaching and I for one welcome it this year. Another thing is the lack of good teams in most of the NL. Going through the motions as a baseball fan are not at the top of my 'must do' list lately..sigh.

Going to see Joe Bonamassa tonight..

Joe will be appearing at our local college outdoor amphitheater tonight. His opening act I have never heard of..but I am there only for Bonamassa. So listen to some Smokin' Joe today ok?

George Carlin has died.

Carlin was incredible and he spanned decades. The landmark Supreme Court case, the 1978 F.C.C. v. Pacifica Foundation, in which a narrow 5-4 decision by the justices affirmed the government's right to regulate Carlin's act on the public airwaves is legendary and set precedence.Wiki has a writeup about the seven words here.

The words are (with examples):

1. Shit - The bird shit on the statue.
2. Piss - I have to piss like a race horse.
3. Fuck - Fuck you.
4. Cunt - She has a nasty cunt.
5. Cocksucker - Go to hell, you cocksucker.
6. Motherfucker - You are a motherfucker.
7. Tits - Hey, nice tits.

He was to be honored Nov 10th with the Mark Twain award for American Humor. It will be posthumously accepted now I presume. And I am brokenhearted. I saw George through three different decades of my life and up until the end when I saw him in Vegas two years ago, he was on his game, satire at its best and grumpy as hell. From MSNBC:

Comedian George Carlin, a counter-culture hero famed for his routines about drugs and dirty words, died of heart failure at a Los Angeles-area hospital Sunday, a spokesman said. He was was 71.

Carlin, who had a history of heart problems, died at St. John's Health Center in Santa Monica about 6 p.m. PT after being admitted earlier in the afternoon for chest pains, spokesman Jeff Abraham told Reuters.

Bull Durham the movie turns 20

ESPN has a nice piece up about this great piece of cinema here. From the link, a little nostalgia:

Bull Durham was the creation of a man who'd been cast aside by the game he loved. Ok, he walked away, but in the early '70's, Ron Shelton was a 26-year-old minor leaguer whose chances at the show were dwindling. So he quit. Fifteen years after his love affair with baseball ended, he made Bull Durham in 1988 for a paltry $9 million, going to great lengths to cast actors who could actually play. The movie was a hit, and baseball player-turned-filmmaker was in Hollywood's door. Twenty years later, Bull Durham is still widely considered among the top sports movies ever made, and is BRAVO's choice for best comedy ever.

A-friggin-men..I love this damn movie. It was all downhill after this for Costner btw.

Scott Kalitta dies..

Seems he just couldn't stay away..and today drag racing finally got the best of 46 year old Scott Kalitta. He won two consecutive Top Fuel Champs, but he really loved those damn funny cars.

He retired twice but after sitting out a season or two came running back to the sport.

Hitting the wall at the end of the track in flames, doing 300mph..what a way to go out. Damn..

Kalitta is survived by his father, legendary NHRA racer and team owner Connie Kalitta whom I saw race; wife, Kathy; and sons Corey, 14, and Colin, 8.

K-Rod will be a free agent this winter..

And man..does that bode well for him. I wonder if he will entertain an offer from the Angels..afterall, they couldn't see clear to giving him an additional $2.5 million. I was quite shocked when K-Rod lost his arbi case..if anyone deserved a raise it was that man.

Sportsline has an interesting article up about Francisco and what is likely to happen when he is free of the chains of Angels baseball.

Fact: The Angels are 32-2 in games in which K-Rod has pitched this season.

K-Rod is a showman, and a damn good one at that.

Bonamassa Live

The Celtics got it done..

first night back at home..Da Ga-den.

Bless them and keep them safe. Boston was over due in roundball.

KG and Doc..a very unlikely pairing.

Fuck Kobe..I hope you piss and moan all off-season you piece of dog poop.