-- OK, maybe just a little about the Red Sox. Games like that one last night are why you never turn off the TV early in the playoffs. Ever. After spending the first few innings frantically mashing the panic button (similar to the way Lane mashes my iPod looking for Ted Nugent songs the moment he steps into my car) I basically gave up and packed it in for the winter emotionally. That series was over, and there was nothing in Boston's body language to indicate otherwise. But I never completely gave up (I just gave up enough to write a smarmy post comparing myself to Jack Nicholson- scroll down.) Fast forward a couple hours later, and I am running around my apartment like Jimmy Valvano looking for somebody to hug, and cleaning up the beer stains off the walls because I forgot to hang up plastic again when I was celebrating a playoff victory. Dammit I love sports.
-- My belt broke at work the other day. NO, not because I'm morbidly obese (yet), but because the belt was many years old, and reversible, so the twisting buckle part snapped off. However, when I was standing at the copier looking confused, with pieces of my belt in both hands, that fact didn't stop one of the M.O.M. Squad from asking, "Hmm. So, are you still going to Sonic for lunch on Friday?" Ha. Ha. The whole thing turned into a blessing in disguise though. When I went to JC Penney's for my new belt, they must have been having like a 98% off sale or something on UnderArmour golf shirts, so I snapped up a few $50 shirts for around $3 each. Now I'm no mathematician, but that's like $47 of savings per shirt. Holler at your boy. Oh and by the way, of course I'm still going to Sonic for lunch on Friday.
-- A few of us have caught Ryder Cup fever after the incredibly exciting matches last month, so we're having our own competition this weekend. It's Lane and I vs. Jud and Wingman, the North Dakota natives vs. the Kansas natives. The first 6 holes are scramble, the next 6 are alternate shot, and the last 6 are best ball. Losers have to pay for a nice dinner and drinks the entire night, so there is actually a decent amount of money on the line here. We're calling it the Civil War Cup, since in theory it's the North vs. the South (we're conveniently ignoring that Kansas was a free state in the Civil War, and North Dakota wasn't even a state at all, so any historians out there just humor us and please don't point out these quote/unquote "facts.") This is my excited face. Side note: I realize that all the non-golfers probably don't give a shit about this paragraph, but every golfer who read it is probably getting excited just thinking about it, and is possibly setting up their own competition in their mind. There is nothing like team match play golf. Just trust us.
-- So I suppose I'm going to see Zack and Miri Make a Porno sometime soon after it comes out. However, this is an important movie for my boy Seth Rogen and his loyal band of misfits. After 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, Superbad, etc. he was firmly entrenched in the Will Ferrell Zone, where I will gladly pay $8.75 to see any movie he is even the tiniest bit associated with, no questions asked. (Side note: Ferrell himself was removed from the Will Ferrell Zone after Semi-Pro, but might be right back in it after Stepbrothers.) I had high hopes (no pun intended) for Pineapple Express, but that movie sucked. A lot. I was basically checking my watch the last half hour of that movie, begging for it to end. So now Rogen has to prove himself to me again. I'm sure that pressure is keeping him awake at night. (Either that, or the stack of thousand dollar bills under his pillow is a bit lumpy, or the exotically beautiful women he just had a threesome with are heavy snorers. Definitely one of those three things is keeping him awake at night.) One more awful movie and he is out of the Will Ferrell Zone.....that is, at least until Fanboys comes out next month. I might as well just buy my ticket for that movie today. I mean, a raunchy teen comedy about Star Wars fans? Hello, wheelhouse? My name is Jim, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Happy Friday. The Civil War Cup is tomorrow morning, KU plays Oklahoma in football, Red Sox/Rays Game 6 is on, Alex is out of town, and I haven't drank in two weeks, since ADawg's wedding (excluding last night's stress relieving/celebration beers.) Add all that together, and things could get sloppy tomorrow. Pray...for...Mojo.
