I will finish this book if its the last thing I do!

I had a rough ride home tonight.

Have you ever seen one of those windy nights where the wind gust so hard it shakes your house? I thought I felt that earlier tonight.

I didn’t.

It was an earthquake.

Oh my god, I hate the NHL even more right now than I already did.

Twitter is abuzz right now.

The league and the players union met today.  For the first time in the month+ long lockout, they actually talked about the issue that caused the lockout, the split of hockey related revenue.

The league made a proposal.  The proposal included a 50/50 split.  They had originally wanted the players share to be in the low 40’s.  The proposal also includes an 82 game schedule that starts in early November.

WHY THE HELL DIDN’T THE LEAGUE MAKE THIS PROPOSAL LAST MONTH?

They would have avoided all of this horse shit if they had proposed this to start with.  No, instead they locked out the players and shut down the league.  Why?  There was no way the players would accept less than 50%, and everyone under the god damned sun knew they would accept 50%.  So why use a friggin’ LOCKOUT as your bluff? 

I hate them so much right now.  I hate this god damned league so friggin’ much!

Hehehe

LTE

The first post with the new iPhone!

Is it fitting that the final picture taken with my iPhone 4 would be a picture of my iPhone 5?

It is very nearly time for another one of these…

…which is good because the bootlegs have dried up for some reason.  C’mon, Canada?  What you waiting for?  Share those tapes!

Given how everything went to hell in baseball’s divisions series (for me, at least) I am going to take this opportunity to bask in the glow of my predictions thus far… because they will probably turn out wrong.

The Cardinals won game one last night.  I didn’t watch it, but I did get to listen to a few innings worth of radio.  I have to say, the Cardinals have a play by play radio announcer, who is probably revered in St Louis, who has vaulted himself to the top of my most-painful-listening-experience list.  I can’t believe it.  I’ve listened to three games in the last week and he seems to constantly forget what he’s talking about, mid sentence.  When I say constantly I don’t mean a few times a game.  I mean a few times a paragraph.  It’s so difficult to listen to him.  On top of that, does the guy eat all game or what?  His lips are smacking on almost every word.  Either his mouth is full or his dentures don’t fit.  It’s just awful.  Still, the Cardinals won and that made me happy.

In the American League, the Heroic Tigers have a two games to none lead on the Evil Yankees.  Derek Jeter broke his foot in game one.  One one level I am happy about this.  Not because I wish any player injury, I would never do that, but because it removes a great player from the Yankees line up and therefore makes it easier for the Tigers to win the series.  You have to be practical about things like this, right?  You want the Tigers to win?  This injury helps.  At the same time, the sportsmanship in me is a little disappointed.  Derek Jeter isn’t just a Yankee.  In many ways Derek Jeter is the Yankee.  Seeing the Yankees lose without him in the lineup sort of takes the fun out of it.  I can have a tremendous amount of respect for Jeter as a player and still hate his friggin’ guts.  Anyway, the Yankees are losing and whatever the lineup that makes me happy.

Oh, and the NHL is still in their bullshit lockout.  Just in case you forgot.

My lovely wife and I are watching The War, Ken Burns’ WWII documentary.  We have been in a bit of a military history frame of mind ever since leaving Washington last Monday.

This movie is making us both think about our relatives who fought in the war.  For her, it’s her grandfather.  He was stationed mostly in Persia and never saw action.  We just found out from Jen’s mom (who had a birthday yesterday, wish her a happy birthday!) that toward the end of the war he was stationed in Texas where they were teaching him to speak Japanese.

For me, it’s my father’s uncle Jimmy.  Jimmy fought in the Pacific.  From what I’ve been told he saw action pretty much everywhere.  He never spoke to us, meaning me and my siblings, about the war.  I don’t know if that was because we didn’t ask him, or because it was something he didn’t wish to discuss.  My father once implied that he did not like talking about his experiences.  Shortly before he died he was starting to open up about it a little bit, but not a lot.

I’m missing Uncle Jimmy a lot right now.  I really loved that guy.