The Next Step

IF MY EYES DO NOT DECEIVE ME THE RED SOX JUST WON THE WORLD SERIES.

Now I will sit by while Boston burns to the ground. the apocalypse is upon us.

Ortiz throws out Suppan at third! Defensive play of the game? I think so.

And while pedro didn’t get a hit, he did walk, maybe that prediction was half right? Never mind.

Sox in 4? c’mon guys, just one more…

1. Pedro will get a hit.

2. David Ortiz will make a great play at first.

I don’t know how many people have thought of this yet, but when the Red Sox go to take on the National League champions, let’s not forget that there is one very significant rule we should all be worried about. The DH. They don’t have them in the national league, which means that for games 3,4, and 5 (in an NL park, you play by NL rules) David Ortiz would play only as a pinch hitter. I don’t know how the Red Sox will handle it, but I would like to see the pitchers taking batting practice ASAP.

I LOVE BOSTON AND I LOVE THE RED SOX! JOHNNY DAMON HAS RISEN!

Theory: Francona put Pedro in one last time so he could hear the “who’s your daddy” chant one more time before finishing up pounding them into the ground.

WHO’S YOUR DADDY, NEW YORK?

buddy icon to commemorate cheaters everywhere:

This is what playoff baseball is all about. David Ortiz has achieved “god” status, our bullpen is completely exhausted, the only starting pitcher rested well enough to start today’s game has to wear an ankle brace and a special shoe, and we’ve watched more than 15 hours of baseball in three days.

And at the very least, we won’t have to watch the Yankees celebrate here in Boston. I, personally, am holding out for more.

Back to the Bronx!

Of course, there couldn’t be a worse week for midterms to be going on. *sigh* Well, back to work with me, I’d hate to have to do it after the game.

Bend.com – Press Release “Teachers’ T-shirts bring Bush speech ouster”: News and information from Bend, Oregon

It’s exactly this sort of thing that worries me about where we’re headed. Apparently Bush is against civil liberties. Who knew? Of course, Kerry isn’t much better, but at least he could fool people into thinking he would protect civil liberties.

I hate having to watch two moderates run against each other for president when what we really need is an extremist. If we would either leave the rest of the world alone, mind our own business and let them mind theirs, things would work out much better overall. Or if we feel like staying involved in the world, we could do things like “cooperate with the UN” and “not bomb innocent people.”

OK, I promise no more politics in this space until after election day.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE RED SOX THAT BEAT ANAHEIM?

Why can’t anybody stop the Yankees? Why can’t the offense ever come through when the pitching is good? Why can’t the pitching ever come through when the offense is good? Why can’t anybody come through when it really matters??? It’s 9-6 New York. No, sorry, 11-6, New York, Sierra just tripled in two more runs. Ugh.

It is an elusive creature. This “time off equal to the length of a normal work week” is not something that can be wrestled down very often, but Ethan and myself have managed it, due to having no classes Fridays and Tuesdays, and Monday being a holiday. Incidentally, it’s also going to create a 2-day week. :-p

So what have I done with all this freedom, you ask? Listen, my children, and you shall hear. On Friday, I had to wake up at the ungodly hour of 10:15 to do another Psych experiment, which this time (thankfully)didn’t go the whole hour. Afterward, I forget exactly what I did, but I imagine it involves eating lunch. Yes, I’m fairly certain lunch was involved. I then just hung out in the room doing nothing till Lauren got out of work at 6 and I got to see her. And it was good.

On Saturday, Dave came up to visit and enjoy the recreational paradise of Boston in the midafternoon. He, Josh, and myself hit up “Lucky Strike Lanes” at Jillian’s and quickly found that a monopoly on the local bowling scene is a very bad thing. While the alley itself was quite nice They had a bar and couches and even screens at the end of the alleys. This place charged 4.50 a game and 3.50 for shoes. We played one game and ended up paying eight bucks for it. Screw that. We left after one game and decided pool would be much cheaper back at Northeastern for $3 per hour, opposed to Jillian’s $10 per hour. So we went back to good old NU and played pool.

Lately I’ve been getting back into good old Final Fantasy 3 on the Super Nintendo. Good stuff. I’ve found that I’m much better at Blitzes than I used to be. I can execute Fire Dance now nearly 100% of the time. I think I can attribute this mostly to the fact that the first few times I played it, I had never seriously played a fighting game before. Button combos are a little more familiar to me now.

I’d love to keep talking, but… no, I lied. I really don’t feel like talking anymore. Lauren and I have started a bit of a competition to see who can get a six pack first and I have to do my hundred crunches now. Let the games begin!

It’s really pitiful, I think. Sometimes I wonder if my brain absorbed so much information through high school that it just decided that if I was going to continue down the academic path, it just wouldn’t have room to remember the other details. It would have been nice if my brain had warned me of this, I would have prepared for it a little sooner. Maybe I’m just too used to having nothing important to think about and remember besides school. Bah. Enough with the sentiments. Life is about the here and the now.

And let’s face it: the red sox are NOW in the ALDS, which is HERE in Boston on Friday (and maybe Saturday) and it’s going to be awesome! We’re going to believe again, we’re going to lay out the palm leaves on the road when the Red Sox march triumphantly into Boston after two games in Anaheim, regardless of their outcome. It won’t matter if they lose the first two, salvation will be at hand anyway. What we all fail to realize is that this is the part where the Sox get nailed to a tree and die, only to be reborn in the spring. Perhaps the phoenix would have been a better metaphor. Meh.

Right, I’ve covered past and future now in my attempt to find something current to slake your thirst for Nathan. Third time’s the charm. Today, (alright, a good start already) my classes were more boring than usual. We’re talking about something that’s boring enough to sedate an angry rhinocerous on an average day. Anyway, it was all I could do for the first three to keep my head from a sploding. Sadly, Ethan can tell you this was too lofty a goal to expect through Computer Organization. Honestly, who can say that ending a day of four classes with 100 minutes of assembly language is any better than physical torture?

Anyway, after I managed to reassemble my head, I had to go to a Psychology experiment. Part of the Psych 101 curriculum requires that all Psych 101 students have to do 4 “hours” of service as test subjects to “experience what research is like first hand.” This is quite possibly the most obvious load of bull fed to a group of people since somebody said Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. But I digress. At 5 o’clock, I sat in the ever-sacred psychology department black chairs and waited for my experimenter to guide me to my post. Now most of the experiments do not take a full hour. In fact, most don’t go longer than 20 minutes because the experimenters are being forced to perform the experiments just as we are being forced to take part in them. However, my luck would put me in an experiment that would take the whole hour. I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice to say that our randomly assembled group of guinea pigs suffered a terrible injustice this day.

After the experiment, I found to my delight that we’d be able to have a reunion of sorts of our dinner club from last year, as, in an amazing alignment of schedules and availability, Lauren, Melissa, Nora, Tellef, Ethan, and myself all had dinner together at Stetson East. *insert awe* Ah, memories.

Afterward, I took Lauren out for ice cream, but that’s not for a public journal to know any details about. No siree.