Opening Day
With visions of last night's Jim Thome moonshot dancing in my head, Opening Day had me bouncing off the walls of my cubicle like my mom at a Shop-Rite Can Can sale. Coupled with the facts that a) today was the first day of my boss's 2 week vacation and b) I'd be taking off early to watch baseball, this was shaping up to be quite a day. Of course, I spent the first couple of hours slacking off and using the high-tech color printers for personal projects, then at 1:00 fired up StatTracker for the first time this season, which was sort of like taking the convertible out for its first spring ride (or so I'd imagine). Not even the NY Mets could ruin my mood, as I avidly "watched" the game online and began my 2006 Billy Wagner's Elbow Explodes watch. As for the fantasy implications of this game, let's just say that of course Jose Reyes was practically the only guy in the stadium to go hitless. Awesome. I'm glad I burned my third pick on this joker.
Anyway...real baseball conspired to ruin my first day of fantasy heaven (though my plummeting like 30 points didn't help either): I dashed out of work at 2:30, hightailed it to the Barfly, my out-of-town baseball watching bar of choice, settled in with the first of what I'd hoped would be many Miller Lites, and promptly discovered that the one single MLB game not available via satellite was Phils/Cards. Unfuckingbelievable. I slapped some money on the bar and stomped home, whereupon I wasted little time posting my displeasure on the Phillies message board (all the while trying to ignore the fact that the Phils, and my starter, John Lieber, were down about 3 billion runs in the 5th inning). Cut to 2 hours later and I'm still on the boards, fighting it out with the Philly Phaithful who have never left Philly and don't understand that every other team in the league has moved beyond the day of strictly regional, non-satellite broadcasting. It's like rooting for a minor league team. One idiot actually had the audacity to suggest I move to Philadelphia if I want to see the games. Hey, I love baseball and live for the Phils, but let's not get hysterical. I like Vietnamese food, too, but don't have any plans to move to Saigon. Of course, you can get Vietnamese in NYC, unlike Phillies games.
This ordeal got me so worked up I actually RETURNED TO WORK and finished up the day. Then I went home and drank Jack and Diet Coke all night.
Anyway...real baseball conspired to ruin my first day of fantasy heaven (though my plummeting like 30 points didn't help either): I dashed out of work at 2:30, hightailed it to the Barfly, my out-of-town baseball watching bar of choice, settled in with the first of what I'd hoped would be many Miller Lites, and promptly discovered that the one single MLB game not available via satellite was Phils/Cards. Unfuckingbelievable. I slapped some money on the bar and stomped home, whereupon I wasted little time posting my displeasure on the Phillies message board (all the while trying to ignore the fact that the Phils, and my starter, John Lieber, were down about 3 billion runs in the 5th inning). Cut to 2 hours later and I'm still on the boards, fighting it out with the Philly Phaithful who have never left Philly and don't understand that every other team in the league has moved beyond the day of strictly regional, non-satellite broadcasting. It's like rooting for a minor league team. One idiot actually had the audacity to suggest I move to Philadelphia if I want to see the games. Hey, I love baseball and live for the Phils, but let's not get hysterical. I like Vietnamese food, too, but don't have any plans to move to Saigon. Of course, you can get Vietnamese in NYC, unlike Phillies games.
This ordeal got me so worked up I actually RETURNED TO WORK and finished up the day. Then I went home and drank Jack and Diet Coke all night.
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