In Case You Also Missed It....

BTW my blessed Blue Jays have once again given me a false sense of home here approaching June and I think we have a chance to make the playoffs once more. We are hitting more home runs than Fired Up and our young pitching is largely to do with our victories. We now have a 9 game stint against the first place Rays (starting tonight) than the hated Yankees, and then 3 more vs. the Rays....If we come out of this victories, PLAYOFFS!!!!! If not, Tank Nation 2010....

Top 5 Reasons All Holidays Should Fall on Mondays

What a better way to write my Top Five Monday, than laying in my bed, at 8 am, and not already slaving away doing overtime....also, I would like to point out let's not forget the importance of Memorial Day, the sacrifices of young and woman past and present that allow such freedoms such as holidays and free speech to exist today...Be sure to have your moment of silence at 3 pm...

5. It makes the whole weekend better. I mean a night out on the town Friday allows two full days to Sober up. Or in my case, if your a colleague and your team is eliminated in the playoffs, you have an extra day before you have to come back to work and hear it from other fans. If your lucky, they may have even forgot...

4. Sunday night isn't depressing because it leads to work the next day. Also, you can stay up late and watch Gladiator without the tired feeling the next day.

3. Sleeping in on a Monday is really an amazing feeling. While, my terror of a dog thought it would be a good idea to wake me up at 5:30, I get the last laugh as I went back to bed and will not feed him til at least 9....

2. The work week is shorter. I mean, hump day is only one day away now and then its almost the weekend again!!!!!

1. It would also be an extra travel day if needed to go see family. Which is really the best thing about holidays, spending it with those you love, but Halladay perfect games aren't to bad either....

Halladay!!!!

I love him. A perfect game. Wow. I just wish it wasn't in that gross red uniform....really have nothing else to say, he is the best pitcher in baseball and I wish he was still a Jay.

Meet The....

Mom's say the darnedest things when you meet them for the first time. Yea. They say ...

I Am A Man, I Can Change, I Think...

My name is Daniel, and I am a fantasybaseballacholic. I don't know how our parents, grandparents, founding fathers, ancestors, or even Noah himself on the Ark functioned without it....

God bless them for being so strong.

Top 5 Reasons Lady Gaga is Weird..

I have no idea why I am writing about a bleached blondie with dark glasses, is there really nothing important to talk about in the world anymore? Anyways...top five reasons must go on...

5. Her name. What the heck is that? In fact her real name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta. In no way can you get GAGA out of that...maybe its not the record that she can't see strait....

4. She attributes her musical style to David Bowie and Madonna. She should. She dresses weird like them...I mean or is it just me, doesn't she look like she belongs in the movie the "5th Element"...

3. She calls her fans "little monsters" and got a ta too of that somewhere on her body... She also has a peace ta too because John Lennon is her hero...

2. Toward the end of 2008, comparisons were made between the fashions of Lady Gaga and recording artist Christina Aguilera, noting similarities in their styling, hair, and make-up. Aguilera later said she was "completely unaware of Gaga" and "didn't know if it was a man or a woman." I totally agree.

1. She preaches abstinence. You would not tell it by her songs. She is not like other pop stars however where she had said I have not had sex, none of whom I believed then, nor now...What I also find interesting is she is an outspoken bisexual. Ironic that a bisexual would preach abstinence....Regardless, you can read that here...http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/04/12/pro.abstinence.celebs.tf/index.html

No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem...

Take your jeans day, I am in bed totally relaxing. FREEDOM!!!! Vacation is awesome. BTW this is what I did Tuesday Night, baby sat that puppy....

I want to take her to the beach and puppy pimp......

When the Black Mamba Gets You, Your Dead

Yea. Sorry Sun's. When Kobe isn't raping woman (insert any pro athelete joke here) he is pretty much unstoppable...even with broken knees, fingers, toes, and elbows....

This series is over as long as Kobe can keep his Black Mamba in his pants....Sorry I can't help it..

p.s I hate snakes.

Top 5 Disney Characters I Would Want to Be....

Don't know why I thought of this, maybe it was because I just watched the new Robin Hood...anyways, here is my list...

5. Buzz Lightyear. I mean how cool is this guy? He can go to infinity and beyond, and all the cool gadgets he has.

4. Pongo. Who wouldn't wanna be a Dalmatian? And how cool of a name is Pongo?

3. Robin Hood. You get to mess with Prince John and the Sheriff, get to chill with Little John and Will Scarlet. You live in a tree, are nails with a boy and arrow, and Maid Marian is one hot fox (pun intended).

2. Peter Pan. You get to fly, fight and crow. The coolest bad guy ever, Capt. James Hook is your bitch. Mermaids love you, Tigerlilly is sweating you, and the lost boys think sliced bread is actually the best thing since you.

1. Aladdin. Jasmine, enough said, although a Genie and a Magic Carpet doesn't hurt either.

What I Love About Sunday's....

I don't know what it is about Sunday, but I love it. Yea, I know work starts the next day, and you have that in the back of your mind, but there is just something about the day that is really great. It is a day to relax, go to church, watch the ballgame, play your guitar, take the dog for a walk, go out for a nice lunch, call an old friend, sleep in, take a nap, do something new, see something different, lay by the pool, go to the beach, sit in the park, read a book, watch an old movie, take a drive, spend time with someone you love...

But there is also something about it that is refreshing to me, in the way Friday Night, or Saturday cannot even compare. And no, I am not talking about the chance to Sober up. What I am referring to is the start of a new week, the chance to contemplate things that matter, and things that don't.

I was reading my Bible this morning, and I was reading about the Story of Joseph. And what really caught me today was how similar his life was to some of ours. Everything was great for him, and yet his own brothers because of their jealousy turned on him and sold him into slavery. Things used to seem so good for him, he was handsome, young, and had his whole life in front of him, now he is a slave. But he didn't complain he worked hard and ended up becoming the Master Servant in his Owner's home. Once again, his life would have been pretty good, that is until the Owner's wife wanted to get with him, or "smoke" him if your from the Bronx. But, he didn't give in. He easily could have knocked that girl up and no one would have known. Instead, he did the right thing, and made the right decision. The funny thing is because he didn't rock her world, she flipped out and lied that he did (whore). Next thing you know poor Joe is in prison and for a long time. But he never complained, and he met someone in prison and befriended that person. That person happened to have some connections (also a positive from this story) and when that guy got out, he told Pharaoh about Joseph, and next thing you know, Big Joe is now working for Pharaoh and helped save their nation from a famine. Now I know I gave all the credit to Joey here, but really it was God. He had a plan far bigger than anything we could have imagined. I guess what I am trying to say is sometimes we have no clue why things happen to us, why young people die early, why people hurt us, lie to us, things may stink at our job, we may not be happy, money may be tight. Well maybe just maybe this is learning period and a test of character for something greater. I like to think that like Joe, we are being fined tuned to be something greater....

I remember the first time I had my heartbroken after a long relationship, I did not understand why all the pain, and loneliness had to happen to me. I never understood why it had to hurt, and I tried so hard not to do the easy thing which would have been jumping into a new relationship or sleeping with someone totally random. It took a long time, and a lot of sleepless nights. I battled with depression and anger. But that struggle was not in vain for as it turned out I went through all that, so that I could be there for my best friend as he had to battle the same situation shortly there after...funny thing is he was right back there for me when I needed him.

You know sometimes I think we all pray for Angels, or Miracles or Signs from God to show us the way and what we are supposed to do or be. I think we miss the main idea, and that is all of this happens for a reason, and something better is on the way if we do the right things. But I also believe he does send Angels, Miracles and Signs. There called friends.

Some People...

Ok so today while I was getting a soda at the Merrill cafe, I witnessed something today that just made me want to slap this old man silly. Some big wig ( I guess) old man Merrill employee seriously bitched out a lil ole worker because the soup was improperly labeled. Now I am not a soup connoisseur of any such sorts, and am typically not offended by such mistakes. This loser was however. I also totally understand the importance of properly labeling food for allergy reasons, but this was not the case. He said, and I shit you not, "This soup is labeled Manhattan Chowder." "Manhattan Chowder is red." I did not know we were talking about a 59 Bordeaux. I am sorry, there is some battles worth fighting, and this was not it. It made him look like a total ass, and I hope I made him feel like a worthless human when I gave him a you-need-to-grow-a-pair look. Who takes out their frustrations over the color of a soup? I mean, improperly labelling the decaf coffee would be one thing...

In addition to that, WHO HAS EVER HEARD OF MANHATTAN CHOWDER? I lived there and never heard of the stuff. I ate New England Clam....

His 3rd wife must really hate him

Witnesses of What?

Really Lebron, while I was writing this you have 8 turn overs. Hardly a stately performance. I especially liked the "New York Knicks" chant that occurred with 3 minutes left in the 4th Quarter by the Boston faithful...

Lebron is a sell out and when it counted the most, you couldn't count on him. Take your sore elbow and millions of dollars and leave the state of Ohio, they do not need you. Somewhere Kobe is home and smiling...

Being Sick

There is nothing worse than being sick. And isn't it ironic that whenever you are sick, things just seem to make you more sick? Like I am on my death bed here at home, and what is on tv? The Montreal Freaking Canadians. And they are winning. My biggest rival. I want to throw up again, and this time not for the lack of sleep, chicken wings and one to many alch beverages...

And since Bank of America in all it's wisdom thought it was a good idea to not allow overtime if you don't physically work a full 40 hour week, I have to go to work just so I can infect my colleagues.

Wanna know what also makes me sick? I don't care what you think, I am telling you. What makes me sick is liars, cheaters, bills, losing, stress, flat soda, terrible smells, granny panty lines, getting let down, heartbreak, letting other people down, seeing other's in pain, the fact that Patty has not wrote a post in almost 3 weeks, TV blackouts, Full price items, no ice cream in the fridge, regret, not knowing and fake people...

Top 5 Reason's Perfect Games are Amazing...

Wow. I cannot believe what I just saw. Dallas Braden, yes that Dallas Braden, the kid who just two weeks ago was throwing a temper tantrum in the dug out because lil Arod stepped on his mound. Today he took the hill and tossed a perfect game on Mother's Day. Sad thing for him is he lost his mother in high school, and his Grandma (who raised him) was on hand for today's gem instead....

5. I am sorry, but there is nothing more exciting in sports. I mean this is more pressure than a basketball player on the free throw line with the game on the line. Immortality lines ahead with three more outs. I was lucky to tune into the last half inning. One count went to 3 balls and 1 strike. I mean, the amount of pressure, concentration, and luck that goes into a perfect game is just insane.

4. Unlike records that can be tainted due to Roids, it is pretty near impossible to throw a perfect game. I mean 27 up 27 down, no base runners of any sort. This is just the 19 perfect game in the history of baseball, and only the 7th by a left handed pitcher...

3. Dallas Braden did it against the best team in baseball, the Tampa Bay Rays.

2. Billy Chapel did it in a movie, and any baseball movie with Kevin Costner is awesome.

1. What is better than being perfect?

Proof of Losership..

In Addition to Being Old..

So I woke up this morning, still hurting from this weeks softball marathon, and realize that I am getting old. How else do I know this. In one week two of my best friends both became Uncles. I just got a new cousin who was named after me. I have teammates who are married, have kids, or are expecting kids. My little brother graduates college today. How much worse can this get? My dog has a beard. My knees don't work. I am thinking about buying a house. I am thinking about becoming an Usher at church. I look forward to bed. I wake up before 7 am. I read the paper, and more than one. I drink Tea in the morning. A crazy Friday night is spent at Carrabba's. Saturday I feel like renting a movie. My back constantly makes me feel like hell. I have bills. I am growing hair on my back. I actually considered playing golf. I love my life. And patty still has yet to make a comment.

If you are not First, you Suck.

Last night ended the dream season. I especially made it happen. While we did beat our Nemesis Hit Shoppe, by a whopping 1,000 runs, we moved on to the Championship game and lost by one run. I of course did my part by grounding out to the pitcher to end the game. Good thing I didn't have a mother or girlfriend or uncle or father or brother or sister or token friend in the stands to witness my utter failure. Quick memory, we will be back. And yes, I struck out looking in the first game to join James for the strike out race. I told my mother, and I have been disowned.

Also, since I am now 25 years old, and my knees, back, hammy, quad, ankle, arm, neck, shoulders whole body all hurts, I have realized my dreams of playing catch with my son while he grows up are over. Instead I will buy him a pitching machine, and just launch the balls at him.

Sometimes you Win, Sometimes you Lose, and Sometimes, it Rains.

Think about that for a second.

We won an epic comeback in the rain tonight, 20-17 after being down like 11-2. This was a real character win and I felt that I was playing high school football again, or like our ancestors fighting the English off our lands....

Either way, James struck out again, this time looking. Again, in no way could his mother be proud.

Our second game got rained out, so we are making it up today at 6:45 pm. Be there or be a loser.

So, yea it is the playoffs now, and wow, are we lucky we played the Inner City Slammers. I mean I am not going to make excuses, but we were sorry. Thank the Baseball gods that they only had nine players, and the 10th hitter was an automatic out, or I would be in a drunken stupor right now. We played the way it makes me feel seeing stupid Philly fans wearing Roy Halladay jerseys like he is Mike Schmidt. Traitor. But back to softball and our game, it was gross. While I have forgotten the score, I think it was 7-3. Maybe it was 12-4. Regardless, we did not hit one home run and hit like girls. Thank goodness they made errors, couldn't run, and their pitcher was a whiny baby.

Tomorrow we play some other team and hopefully we show up with our real sticks. Thanks for all of you who came out tonight to watch us embarrass ourselves.

And while a win is a win is a win, James stuck out and his mother in no way can be proud of that.

Don't Freak Out

No I did not block you from facebook. I blocked facebook from me. I hate it.

Here are top 5 things I also hate right now.

5. Humidity. I have no idea why it is necessary.

4. Cleaning a bathroom. Waiting for the magic button for that.

3. Bills. Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like they have worked for over a year now, and have nothing to really show for it besides a decrease in debt (i hope).

2. Losing. Losing anything is terrible. Honestly, I can't think of losing anything that is a good thing. And get your mind out of the gutter, I was not referring to the v-card.

1. The unknown.

Sunday Funday

Ok, there is nothing fun about 1000 degree weather, but I tried. Went to the Jag's mini camp today and could not believe two things.

First, Maurice Jones-Drew was wearing sweat pants and sleeves.

Tyson Alawhoalwho (still not old) calves are the size of my head.

That is all I got, softball playoffs tomorrow.

O yea, and who is that guy at the top? No it is not Alawhoalwho (okay maybe getting old now). That is my Pastor of my church, and a real inspiration for me. This is not a religious blog by any means, but the impact Southpoint Community Church is having on my life is really important to me. And since Patty's contribution has been, well, awful, I can write what I want. This weeks sermon was also incredible, and you will find that through his down to earth approach, this is the kind of Religion that you can get excited about. He is a real pastor. Anyways, if you are wondering, here is a link to his latest sermon Podcasts, the one I listed to was "How Do You Rate as a Date". Check it out at http://www.southpointcc.com/

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