After the end of Game 5 of the World Series I meant to write something relating to the two Cardinals runners getting thrown out trying to steal second.  I had meant to retorically ask whether or not Cardinals manager Tony LaRussa had read Moneyball.  If he had, he would have known that, according to the statistical analysis used by the A’s in the book, trying to steal bases is generally a less than smart move, and getting caught stealing would get your ass chewed out by Billy Beane.  (did I spell Beane right in this case?)

Anyway, here I sit on my lunch break perusing the ESPN website when I come upon an article that would have made me look like a total genius who controls the fate of billions of baseball fans:

“St Louis Cardinals manager Tony La Russa planned to take advantage of Wednesday’s World Series rainout to check out “Moneyball” at a local cinema.”

Damn it!  Talk about a missed bloggie opportunity!  Well, we all know that I am pretty much the dumbest dumb ass who was ever dumb, so you’ll understand when I miss a rare chance at looking like something other than an idiot.

If only I’d have posted that post.

Game six tonight (take two).  Go Cardinals!

I just saw this on twitter and it made me sad. Daddy’s Junky Music has gone out of business.

I bought my Gibson Les Paul Custom at the Salem, NH store back in 1991. They were sort of blown out of the water by Guitar Center, but I have nothing but happy thoughts about Daddy’s.

Happy Trails, Daddy’s Junky Music Stores.

I’ve got nothing to say today.  Maybe later, but nothing right now.

World Series game 6 tonight?  The Cardinals trail in the series for the first time, three games to two.  They face elimination.  Can they take game six and keep the series alive?  They better.  As soon as this series ends my $15 MLB At Bat 11 app becomes useless.  Let’s get another game out of it, okay?  Go Cardinals.

Theo Epstein is officially no longer the General Manager of the Boston Red Sox.  He is now the President of whatever it is for the Chicago Cubs.  Theo oversaw the Red Sox winning the World Series after an 86 year drought.  The Cubs haven’t won in 103 years.  If Theo manages to oversee the end of the Cub’s eternal futility, after having done the same in Boston…  Would that make him the greatest baseball executive since Branch Rickey?  In case you don’t know, he’s the guy who invented the farm system and later he’s the guy who signed Jackie Robinson and broke the color barrier.  Would Theo need to be mentioned in the same breath?  I think so.  Let’s see how he does in Chicago though.  Personally I’m hoping for another 103 championship free years.  The idea of a Cubs team winning it all is somehow offensive to me.  It makes me feel dirty.

On a non-baseball note, I guess I didn’t say anything weird in my sleep last night.  Finally a night without evidence of madness.

Whew

Go Cardinals.

Here is a new segment on this happy little bloggie site:

Things I Say in My Sleep

Last night while snoring at an obscene volume level my beautiful wife nudged me and asked me to roll over. Instead of happily obliging, as I normally do, I sat up in bed and said:

“I have to move the fish. I’ve got to make room for the other fish.”

When my beautiful wife stated that she’d only asked me to turn over I angrily came back with:

“No you didn’t. You asked me to move the fish!”

Following that statement I laid back down and immediately went back to sleep.

My beautiful wife laughed heartily at that.

Considering that this happened one night after the whole dream staring Hollywood actor Robert Hays, I’d say the evidence of insanity is piling up.

Wouldn’t you agree?

It’s the little things that make nerds like me happy.

I just got a PC upgrade at work.  No more 2004 technology for me!

WOOHOO!!

Baseball television people are always bitching about how the ratings for the post season, especially the World Series, suck.

I have a couple of reasons to put forth, and I’m not referring to the usual beefs that the start times are too late for fans to stay up and watch the whole game, especially for kids, or how the television time outs are so damn long that it’s way too easy to completely forget the game is on. I am going to give two new beefs.

Tonight, during the game, FOX did an in game interview with last night’s winning pitcher. They kept the interview going through the entire half inning as said pitcher did impressions. Harry Carey. Arnold Swartzenegger. Just what I want for my in-game analysis; some dumb jock who gets paid a disgusting amount of money doing horrible impressions during a World Series game. Great television, huh?

The second example was when Cardinal pitcher Chris Carpenter misplayed a ground ball hit to him. Tim MacCarver’s hall of fame expert analysis was that Carpenter is six foot six inches tall and people that tall tend to overrun balls. Really Tim? Not only did you just say that he made the error because he’s tall, but you just said that ALL tall people make exactly the same error. Are you kidding me? You get paid to come up with horse shit like that?

The entire broadcast has been two parts embarrassing and one part insulting.

That is why your ratings are in the tank, FOX.

Because everything about your broadcast sucks. Everything.

Last night the Cardinals once again failed to win a second consecutive World Series game. The Rangers tied the series at two games a piece. It’s the top of the third and the Cardinals are up 2-0.

FOX is letting last night’s winning pitcher do impressions during play. And people wonder why the baseball post season’s ratings go into the tank?

Lame.

Go Cardinals!

Sometimes my dreams are just plain weird.

Did I dream a movie, or did a movie dream me?  Urgh.

I had a zombie apocalypse dream last night.  Probably due to just having watched season one of The Walking Dead.  That’s nothing odd.  Hell, I once had a dream where I was James Bond trying to escape a city over run with zombies.  This isn’t new ground.

What was new last night was that I wasn’t in the dream, nor were any people I’ve ever actually met.  My dream was a movie.  Literally.  It included all of the zombie and horror movie cliches and it stared Hollywood actor Robert Hays, of Airplane fame.  Why?  I have no idea.  None at all.

Was it a lucid dream?  Did it start out as a nasty nightmare and I turned it into a third rate horror movie?  I don’t know.  I don’t remember.  What I do remember is that Hollywood actor Robert Hays played the brooding, angry leading male.  There was a leading lady too, but I didn’t recognize her.  They were in a building in New York City, somewhere near the waterfront.  The building was the last place in the entire city that wasn’t overrun by zombies.  Hollywood actor Robert Hays and his girlfriend were among a small group of survivors who were fighting to defend the building.  One by one the group were getting picked off by the undead and the situation got increasingly desperate.  Sound familiar?

Eventually, a helicopter whose passengers included the President of the United States (I don’t know who played the President.  I never saw his/her face, I just know the President was in the helicopter) landed on the roof of the building.  Hollywood actor Robert Hays’ girlfriend got into the helicopter but there wasn’t enough room for him and he sacrificed himself to save her.  How heroic, eh?  You’ve never seen that plot line in a horror movie before, have you?  The dream/movie even contained the bit about the hero saving the one bullet for himself.  Hollywood actor Robert Hays used it as the helicopter escaped the zombie apocalypse.  Who didn’t see that coming?

The movie/dream even had the lame horror movie twist.  After the helicopter got away, Hollywood actor Robert Hays’ girlfriend was next seen nine months later, in a zombie free hospital full of happy people, about to give birth to a baby.  I woke up as the labor was starting, but I know without a doubt that she was about to give birth to a zombie baby.

That brings us to the part of the twist that is almost interesting.  Assuming the baby’s father was Hollywood actor Robert Hays, how could the baby be a zombie?  Does that mean the baby’s dad was a zombie?  A functioning zombie?  Was he carrying the zombie virus without being affected by it?  Is that how the zombies take over the places that had remained safe?  By having the virus lie dormant in some humans?

Who knows.  Are you creeped out now?  Is my dream/movie as good as The Walking Dead?  Do I need therapy?  Are you amazed at how lame my dreams are?  Would it have been better if Hollywood actor Robert Hays was playing James Bond in this movie?  And let’s not forget the most important question of all… given that this was a lame horror movie with a (not very) shocking twist ending… will there be a sequel???

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