Two Brewers games in two days equals two losses

On Wednesday my friend Carlos invited me to a Brewers game. We hadn't seen each other in awhile, so long that he didn't know I was now a non-smoker.

 

"You quit?" he asked. "Nuh-uh. You smoke like a chimney"

 

"Dude, I quit in November of '06" I said.

 

Guess it had been awhile.

 

Anyhow that posed a problem. He had very good seats, section 327 where the seats are wide and the waiters bring the hot dogs right to you, but he also is a smoker. He'd planned on having the two of us go to the smoking area, watch the game on TV there, return to our seats, lather and repeat.

 

So while he smoked I spent half the game watching sans Carlos, but it was still a blast.

 

The Brewers were awful, save for a long Ryan Braun at-bat that ended in a homer, so I'll spare you that write-up.

 

Some things of note:

 

They honored the recent Milwaukee Journal Sentinel Pulitzer Prize recipient. The news was unexpected to say the least. It was rather like hearing your Grandma just won the gold medal in track; you're proud of course, but you're left wondering how low the bar was set.

 

I also went craaaazy and bought a soy hot dog.

 

"How does it taste?" I asked the cook.

 

"Don't know." he said. "You're the first to ever order one."

 

Well, ok . . but it was the 5th home game of the year. That didn't bode well for the dog or for Milwaukee's waistline.

 

The verdict? Not bad, especially with a little kraut and stadium sauce.

 

* * * *

Today I went with my mother-in-law to the game. She had some primo tickets, a gold parking pass, and exclusive restaurant passes courtesy of a favor she extended to some apartment staff in her complex.

 

 

 

 

The seats were field level, first base side, ten rows behind the home dugout. EASILY thebest view I've ever had at a game.

 

Here's a view from a few sections down

 

 

And from our seats

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here's the national anthem singers

 

 

Ken Griffey Jr, one of my personal favorite players and a future Hall-of Famer. It was an honor, as always, to seem him play in person.

 

Here's

 

Prince Fielder, reigning NL home-run champ.

 

 

 

Ryan Braun, reigning NL Rookie of the Year

 

 

As far as the game itself, it was very fast moving, completing in 2.5 hours and going through the first four frames within an hour. It was a pitcher's duel right up until someone said that aloud, and booyah, the Reds exploded and we were done for.

 

Oh well, there were still the original racing sausages.

 

 

See this?Think it's a pic of the roof? Nope. It's a shot of one of the leaks in the roof, which naturally didn't turn out on camera.

 

 

The cause of the leak? This nasty stuff

 

 

I didn't enjoy being squashed in a crowded section, but I relished the conversations around me. These were $$ tickets, and everyone there knew the game.

 

After the defeat we tried to eat at the .300 Club (now renamed something corporate) but the kitchen had closed.

 

 

So we braved the rain, managed to get out of the lot, and then ate at Chili's down the road.

 

 

Thanks Jeanne and Carlos for the great time I had at both games!

 

Tags: Brewers

A new song by Queen

I'm sitting here listening to the rain pound against my office window with a little Woody Herman in the background. True blue, there are few things in life more grand than a rainstorm at night accompanied by a little jazz or swing on the radio.

Or in this case, my MP3 player.

On to a completely different genre of music. Queen, with Paul Rodgers at the mike, is releasing a new album and the first single debuted recently. I saw a link to it on this journal in the UK and figured I'd post the Youtube video for Tre and the other Queen fans out there.

I wasn't sure about it right out of the gate, but by my second listen I decided all was well. A little more rock and a little less camp than Queen of old, but a heckuva Brian May riff and a catchy chorus. I give it a thumbs up.

Here's Queen + Paul Rodgers "C-Lebrity'. Enjoy!

 

 

 

Tags: Queen, Paul Rodgers

I've been tagged!

Beth over at Nutwood Junction 'tagged' me earlier tonight and I thought I'd thank her by skipping tonight's 2nd episode of My Name is Earl and getting right down to business.

The rules are:1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.3. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

QUESTIONS:

1) What was I doing 10 yrs ago?

Let's see. In April of '98 I was living in the basement of my mother-in-law's house, having fallen on tough times the previous fall. I was still working at the library downtown but had dropped to half-time because I'd gone back to college (and would graduate that August).  I spent a good deal of time researching and working on my senior thesis on our old Compaq. We had disconnected our AOL accounts to save $ (we'd sign up again in the fall and remain on AOL to this day), and man I still miss that original scree name. Sniff.   . . .  If memory serves we were sleeping on two twin mattress/boxsprings that my Grandma had given us; our queen bed was too big to fit down the stairs to the basement and had to be left behind.  We had no bed frames mind you, so we just put them on the floor and pushed them together. . . . . . we were big into Titanic, the ship and the movie, and gorged ourselves on every book about it we could find (that would be when my crush on Kate Winslet, #1 on my List of Five, began). I'd heard about a great PC game called Titanic Adventure out of Time, but it was only available at the Appleton Best Buy. I thought it was Appleton Avenue here in Milwaukee; nope, Appleton WI, quite a distance away. My friend Tre and I made the trip anyway. It's still a great game.

2) What are 5 things on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):

      I'll go with my to-do list for tomorrow. No work stuff, since I ixnay that on this site.

    1. Arrange a sitter for Wednesday night

    2. Remember to get a copy of the NKOTB appearance on Today and look for their clips from Tuesday's The Insider

    3. Get a firm shipping date for our new mattress set

    4. Work on some posts I'm slacking on.

    5. Update our Netflix account

3) Snacks I enjoy:

. I'd be shorter to list what I don't enjoy. I'm not into candy unless someone else buys it; no, really. If left to my own devices I would rarely buy it for myself (Well, except  maybe Kissables.). Ditto Ice Cream.

    Like I've always said, I'm more of a meat and potatoes glutton than a candy and cake kind of guy. 

    Frankly, I kind of like munching on Multi-Grain Cheerios lately. You know, just scooping up a handful and tossing it down. It's not a health thing, although it's decent for you; it just tastes good.

4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

    Pay off our house and my student loans

    Get Lisa a breast reduction.

    Weep about the breast reduction.

    Get me a hair transplant to return my God-Given great head of hair.

    Put a ton of $ away for the kids

     Buy a company in my line of work

    Go to Vegas and . . . well, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

5) Five of my bad habits:

  Just five, and fit for the general public? It'll be hard, but here goes.

    1. I don't tie the garbage bags well.  As I've mentioned before, I have this problem with knots.

    2. I often dribble water on the toilet seat just to make my wife think I peed on it.  It makes her sooooo mad hee hee

    3. I become irrationally irate whenever the phone rings, and it rings a half-dozen times a night, easy.

    4. When in a hurry I click the phone off before proper goodbyes are exchanged.

    5. I worry too much. In fact, I worry that by writing that brief mention of how much I worry I'll jinx myself and wind up writing "how ironic" once my life falls apart and the world comes to an end around me.

6) 5 places I have lived:

I've never lived outside Milwaukee, so I'll list the eight places I have lived . .

.1. my parent's house, until I was four or five and they sold it. 

2. w/ my parents in my Grandparent's house

3. a one bedroom flat with shag carpeting 

4. a nice, roomy flat over a crazy Mexican drug dealer who went away for carjacking

5. my mother in laws basement

6.  An 8 family apartment building

7. a two bedroom flat two doors down from the shag carpet flat

8. our current house

    7) 5 jobs I have had:

     Really just the library and the current place . . but odds and ends: surveyor's assistant, Subway, Burger King/Pizza Hut at the airport, a Speedway gas station

5 peeps I wanna know more about:

I'm usually against tagging, so I'll notify the folks below but leave them under no obligation to participate.  

     Psychfun  

    Sybill    

    JFourb   

   Rjsisti                    

   Astaryth                

None-the-less, it's been a blast. Thanks Beth!

How NOT to take care of a baby

Katrina at work sent this to me and I HAD to repost it here. Be forewarned, you need a sense of humor for this tongue in cheek cartoon.

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The Union Ruler, circa 1984

Growing up my Father had an odd obsession with attending irrelevant conventions and expos.

For instance, despite not owning our own home, we often attended the Home Builders Expo at State Fair Park. While we only went fishing a few times in my childhood, were never hunters, and didn't enjoy boating or camping, the annual Milwaukee Journal Sports Show was a frequent stop around my birthday.

I'm actually not complaining. Some of my best memories are of those times: tasting buffalo at the sports show, collecting free samples at every expo, being awed at the new home remodeling products, and so forth.

Of all my nostaligia driven memories of my youth, those are some of the fondest.

One of these expos was a large Union show held downtown. I don't *think* my Dad was in a union at the time, although he might have belonged to one at the hotel where he was employed.

I think it was 1984 or thereabouts, putting me at ten years old at the time, and Dad took the whole family. We spent the day walking around, looking at this or that, and collecting the free giveaways around the hall.

[A dim snippet of conversation left in my head recalls that this was some big national event, something unique that wouldn't happen again in Milwaukee for a long time. Come to think of it, I don't think it's returned since.]

Anywho, one of the neatest giveaways - and certainly the one with the longest life - is this great ruler.

I ADORED this ruler (still do, actually) because it not only showed a picture of each President, but his name and years in office (note that Reagan still had an open ended date at the time). On the reverse it had each state capital.

I memorized the Presidents in sequence because of this ruler (and some Harry Lorayne tricks). I tried to memorize their faces. I tried and failed to remember all the capitals.

In short, I was a big dork.

None-the-less, I love this ruler and still have it in my home office. Mind you, from time to time Lisa makes a run at having me get rid of it, as it is redundant and out of date, but pshaw!

If I have my druthers I'll own it until the day I day.

Thanks for taking us Pop.

"New Kids on the Block? WTF?"

I noticed this review of Slapinions on Blog Explosion a few days ago. Whoever wrote it - thanks for the laugh. Feel free to drop me a line to introduce yourself.

Review by 93118 at 2008-04-02 18:06:22
Word to describe your blog	Personal
What user liked the most	Good writing
Review Type	Rating	comment
Design / Style	3
Recent / Regular Updates	5
Loadtime	5
Interesting Content	5
Technical Errors	5
Colors	4
Grammar	5
Too many plugins	4
Layout	4
Review total score	91 of 100%
Summary: Lots of personal blogs out there. Like the entertaining ones the best. New Kids on the Block??? WTF? I'll be back.

 

Tags: Blog Explosion

How Vain am I to have two posts about my rinky-dink weekend?

At work on Friday I had a hamburger that was, honest and true, perhaps 8 inches in diameter if not more.

It was a freaking  pie, with 16 solid ounces of meat. Most places advertise 'one pound' and mean pre-cooked weight; these slaves to obesity must take that as an affront and weigh it right before it hits the bun.

It was so large I cut it in half to take home to Lisa.

Sadly, having no sense of, oh, what do the Brazilians call it,  portion control, I ate the whole thing anyway.

Then that night Lisa decides to order takeout from someplace we'd never heard of before. When it arrives guess what joint it came from?

There was enough food to feed six people.

Gotta love this city.

* * * *

My work Nextel broke over the weekend and apparently is unrepairable. The tech labeled it 'water damage', which is a bit funny since it worked fine right before I put it on my nightstand Friday night and didn't work when I picked it up from the same dry spot some six hours later.

About the only thing I haven't done to that phone over the years is expose it to water.

It was rather freaky being out of contact for the first time in years. I didn't even want to leave the house, imagining all kinds of dire situations that could come up to haunt me.

Don't forget, in every movie what's the first thing the screenwriters do? They knock out the guys cellphone so he doesn't have a logical way of reaching help or solving the dilemma.

As I told LuLu in jest, as she was begging to go with me to the store: "I don't want to go Lu, I don't have my phone. For ten thousand years mankind lived in fear and never left their houses, EVER, and do you know why? Because they didn't have cell phones. Honest. It's true."

Even she didn't buy it.

* * * *

Smiley's teacher says it looks like he will need 2 or 3 years of special ed to cope with his speech, as she says he really doesn't seem to be able to talk no matter how hard he tries. This probably puts the kibosh on the montessori school he was accepted to, the same one we could never get his big sisters into. It's a shame.

On the other hand Lisa complimented me. "You're talking to him like a grown-up a lot more lately."

How did I talk to him before? I asked

"You didn't talk to him much at all. And when you did, you acted like he was still a baby."

Well, that's a blow to the ego, but she's probably right. It was hard to see his intelligence when he didn't speak and never responded to you (due to his hearing). Now he seems like a very caring, very sweet, very smiley, VERY mischeivious little boy.

* * * * *

To end on a positive note: I took Smiley and the Baby on a 50 minute walk in the double stroller on Saturday, taking advantage of a beautiful 50(F) degree day to show off the neighborhood to the Baby, who's only memories are probably of snow piles.

They both loved it, with the baby smiling non-stop before she dozed off. Later we played in the backyard, where Smiley displayed a small fear of nightcrawlers. 

 At half his age YaYa would have been rolling them around in her hand. :)

A rambling and self-centered account of my weekend, part 1

Dear Lord can that baby of mine wail.  I should tape record her screams and sell them to a sound effects company. She's like a little Fay Wray.

Maybe the extra income would make the last few days with her worth the effort.

Basically, it's cry, puke, cry, sleep, cry, sh** all over herself, her clothing, and anything around her, cry, eat, cry, sleep, and so on and so forth.

Here's the kicker: she doesn't seem sick. The crying seems to just her Modus operandi lately, nothing unusual. If you aren't holding her or feeding her, it's off to the races. If you are, it's all smiles and coos.

And the flu-like symptoms, well they mirror the Good Friday bug but unlike that week she's still eating like a champ, smiling, active, babbling, even dragging herself backwards around the living room.

So wait and see I guess.

 * * * *

I did a whole lot of nuttin' this weekend. We cleaned the house, had the kids destroy it to a sickening degree, cleaned, repeated, and surrendered to the inevitable and let it rot.

I did, however, manage some manly feats.

Last week the stairwell railing tore out of the wall (it had been improperly mounted into the wood lathe, rather than a stud). It normally would have been a grand ordeal, but to everyone's surprise I took it completely off the wall, remounted it into the studs, patched the hole in the wall, and made a sandwich, all in the course of ten minutes.

Then Saturday the stationary tubs in the basement decide to back up. I plunge it, I snake it, I Drano it; nada.

So I suck it up and crawl underneath the sinks, take apart the trap, and what do I find? A sock. A bleeping sock.

Cut to 18 months ago, back in our old flat. Smiley drops a block into the toilet and flushes; the landlord had to replace the toilet when the block proved a permanent fixture.

I don't know who put the sock in there (Smiley). I don't know if it was an accident (Smiley) or just mischief (Smiley).

But it sucked.

Then my dishwasher was leaking, and I mean leaking bad.  The before-mentioned Pon told me to clean the seal. So I did, and it was indeed filthy, but in the process I noticed a loose screw on the bottom of the dishwasher and a plastic piece no longer sitting flush. I clamped the piece, screwed it down, and there ya go - success!

3 for 3. Unheard of. I'm the Bob Uecker of home repair and lucky to break .200.

* * * *

A bevy of anniversary's this week, and a few birthdays.

Of course the 40th anniversary of Martin Luther King's assassination was on the 4th, but it was covered better and in more depth by nearly everyone on the net, so I relished the chance to avoid writing a heartfelt, serious piece.

The anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death lies somewhere between the 5th and 7th, and I will post on that for the 4th year.

My Mom's birthday was also the 1 year anniversary of our first night in our home. That's a biggie, and I'll try to post about that.

(note: Lisa holds that the 1st was the move-in. I'll check my records, but I'm sure it was the 5th).

 

'Awake' Movie Review

                         

My wife and I rented 'Awake' , starring Jessica Alba and Hayden Christensen , off pay-oer-view last night. It was a pleasant surprise.

Christensen plays the son of a late financial wizard, and while he's more than equaled his father's efforts he still feels the weight of his father's ghost on his shoulders. He's in love with Alba, his domineering Mother's secretary, and wishes to marry her but can't even work up the nerve to let his Mother know they're dating.

He also has a damaged heart and needs a  transplant. Unfortunately when he's on the table he's one of the rare people who maintain full consciousness under anesthesia, and while under the knife he hears something, something frightening . .

Soap opera stuff, I know.

I was expecting a run of the mill popcorn thriller that would be good for some mindless fun before bed. What we got was a movie with admittedly flawed science but a stunning plot twist (and no, I don't mean the 'he's awake!" tidbit) that blew us both out of the water.

And then, near the climax, an unheard of event: Lisa predicted an event that I didn't see coming.

I liked the movie, and I'd encourage you to rent it and thumb your nose at the majority of critics out there

If my word isn't enough, Roger Ebert essentially thought the same as I did :"I went to a regular theater to see it Friday afternoon, knowing nothing about it except that the buzz was lethal, and sat there completely absorbed. ... I did not anticipate the surprises, did not anticipate them piling on after one another, got very involved in the gory surgical details, and found the supporting soap opera good as such things go"

Rent it. You'll enjoy the ride.

 

RIP Charlton Heston

                        

Charlton Heston, star of movies like Planet of the Apes, El Cid, and my personal favorites Ben-Hur and The Ten Commandments, has passed away at age 84.

An additional tribute can be found at Here, There, and Everywhere.

Rest in Peace.