Fantasy Island

As I type this, I'm about 14 hours away from my first baseball fantasy draft of the year. Only two words can say how I feel about this: The Woo and the Hoo.

For It's One, Two...

Fiiinally! This summer, I shall embark on what will not quite be a complete tour of every major league baseball stadium in the majors, but a pretty good chunk nonetheless! My buddies from out west are taking a little journey across the country to visit every MLB and many minor league parks in a total of less than two months, and I'll be along for about 12 big league stops of it. Between this trip, my convention travels, and just popping all over the country as I tend to do, I look to be hitting up about 17 different major league baseball stadiums this year. Those two of you who read this who can appreciate this know how special and how much fun this will be. It gives me a warm tingly feeling all over just thinking about it, even with the foot-plus (and getting deeper by the minute) of snow outside my window right now.

It's exciting to be getting to all these parks, many of which I have never been to before: the Jake in Cleveland, the Phillies' new yard, the hideousness of RFK and Oakland's Colisseum, whatever bank's name they've slapped on Candlestick this year, etc. I'll also get to see all of my good buddies and buddyettes scattered all over the mainland, 'cause as many of you know, I gots bros and hos in different area codes.

What this does mean, however, is one less season in which to actually be productive as far as getting things together and doing something worthy of this remarkably talented brain I've been endowed with. You know what though? Screw it. I loves the baseball and I'll probably never get this opportunity again; at least not where I can enjoy it with friends.

The way I'm wired, fantastic life experience trumps graduate school or starting a business every time :P

So does a shitload of baseball.

Super Bowl Memories

Congrats to the Stillers of Peetsburgh on their lackluster win over the horribly-coached Seattle Seahawks in SB 40. Not a game to show to the young ones if you want to make them football fans.

What I am thankful for, though, is how games like this truly bring my old community of friends from school in AZ together, if only because there are several buddies of mine from Seattle and talkin the smack is what it's all about.

So while the game was, for the most part, no good, the e-mail conversation which has taken place since Monday afternoon now stands at a total of 73 different messages sent back and forth, basically each finding a new way to ridicule one or all of the previous sender's preferred sports franchises.

Some highlights:
If it weren't for the infamous "tuck rule" incident of the 2002 playoffs, Drew Bledsoe would STILL be the starting QB of the New England Patriots; consequently, Tom Brady would be out of football, but appearing as a frequent guest star as Chad Michael Murray's alcoholic older brother on the WB's One Tree Hill.

Seattle fans, take heart: your team has won both the WNBA finals and USL soccer league finals this past year. Seattle = Title Town!

Such a revelation led to the discovery that the DC United, an MSL soccer team (yes, somehow we support multiple porfessional soccer leagues in the U.S....) selected, with their first round pick in this year's much anticipated soccer draft, one Marvell Wynne II, son of the formr MLB not-so-great. I wish I were named Marvell Wynne, so I could name my son same, too. Some guys have all the luck.

In closing, thank you, Seattle Seahawks for losing. Without you, we'd have no one to pick on, and my last few afternoons would have been considerably less funny and entertaining.