Random Thoughts, Sights and Sounds - A Potpourri of Knowledge

A variety of points and questions, as we head into another snowy weekend.

Here's a few leftover items from my Roger Clemens rant from Thursday.

Clemens' attorney Rusty Harden has to be either the biggest idiot there is or biggest enabler going. Based on his performance so far, there is no way I would hire him to get me out of a parking ticket, never mind having him try and defend me against Congress and the Department of Justice. I would much rather have Jackie Childs from Seinfield defending me.

Why would he continue to allow Clemens to travel down the path of denial and trying to clear his name, when at the end of the road there's huge consequences awaiting him if he's not telling the truth? Does he honestly believe that Clemens is telling the truth when all the signs say otherwise.

I've been kind of quiet regarding the Red Sox so far this spring training, which is a reflection of how quiet their spring training has gone. Hopefully that will all change now that the Sox will start playing their spring training games - starting this evening with (none other than) the Minnesota Twins.

Some of the outstanding questions that faced the defending World Champions as they headed into spring training:

Status of Terry Francona's extension to his contact - done, check off list. Everyone is happy with the deal, like there was ever any doubt that it would get done. Francona is arguably the greatest manager in Red Sox history.

Jacoby Ellsbury vs. Coco Crisp in Center Field. Coco has said he won't be happy being a backup, and is looking for a trade. My advice to Coco is to keep your mouth shut, and if you perform offensively as you did in your final year in Cleveland (.300 avg, 16 HR 69 RBI, 178 hits in 145 games) you'll be in the starting lineup. No one has ever questioned your defense, it's your lack of offense that's going to get you out of Boston.

Curt Schilling's shoulder issue - which the Sox are trying to partly solve by bringing in Bartolo Colon. So they're replacing one overweight, out of shape pitcher, who has shoulder issues, with a pitcher who is more overweight, more out of shape, and also has had arm issues in the past. Seems to make sense to me.

Having Hank Steinbrenner around as the owner of the Yankees will be just as fun, if not better, than having his dad in charge. With George getting old and being sick the past couple of years, there hasn't been a lot of verbal attacks towards the Red Sox, or any other teams, coming from his offices.

But old Hank is changing all that in a hurry. Below is Hank's thoughts regarding Red Sox Nation (which he gave in an interview to the New York Times' Play Magazine): For full story/interview/profile of Hank and his brother Hal click here.

"Red Sox Nation?' What a bunch of [expletive] that is. That was a creation of the Red Sox and ESPN, which is filled with Red Sox fans. Go anywhere in America and you won’t see Red Sox hats and jackets, you’ll see Yankee hats and jackets. This is a Yankee country. We’re going to put the Yankees back on top and restore the universe to order."

Hmmm.. restoring the universe to order. That sounds like something that Darth Vader and The Emperor would say. No wonder why Larry Lucchino refers to the Yankees as 'The Evil Empire'. It's right out of Star Wars. Steinbrenner must of been watching The Empire Strikes Back in his footy Star Wars pajamas last week.

Your sound note of the week. Great new song from The Foo Fighters (aka The Fighters of the Foo), "The Long Road to Ruin" off of their latest album, Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace.

Have a great weekend everyone.

Roger Clemens' Seven Deadly Sins

Since this blog's conception (a whopping 2.5 weeks), I've prided myself on being able to come up with at least one entry per weekday, be it about sports, funny videos, technological advances, lunar eclipses, etc.

But yesterday, for the first (non-holiday) weekday, I did not have a blog entry. I would like to be able to say that I took a full day off so you, my captive audience, would have a day to digest the awesomeness that is the Jimmy Kimmel is fffing Ben Affleck video and to bounce back from the horror that is the 1986 LA Dodgers doing the Baseball Boggie.

But alas, I'll chalk it up to a busier than usual workday combined with the fact that I was finishing my week 1 assignment for my Risk Management class.

But, I'm back today and all I can say is "Thank God for Roger Clemens". I could probably come up with six months of blog entries about how much of an idiot Roger Clemens is.

The question that I pose to all of you is, "Is Roger Clemens the most famous athlete to be incarcerated?" because there's no doubt about it, Clemens is going to Big Boy Jail and he's going to be there for a long, long time. Yesterday, was a great day for Michael Vick, who is also saying 'Thank God for Roger Clemens', because no longer is Vick the biggest idiot athlete out there.

That title now goes to Clemens, with Barry Bonds right behind him. I wonder if Bonds and Clemens will be cellmates in the Federal Pen. Will there be a cell big enough to contain the two bloated and puffed up stars? How about a cell big enough for Bonds to put his fat head in, does that exist?

Yesterday, the House Oversight and Government Reform Committee asked the Department of Justice to investigate seven possible perjury charges of Clemens based on his sworn affidavit that he gave to Congress a few weeks back, in preparation of his Dog and Pony show in front of the House Oversight committee several days later.

Clemens didn't just lie once to Congress, as Rafael Palmeiro and Miguel Tejada have (or have been accused of), he's being accused to lying to Congress seven times.

Roger's Se7en Deadly Sins:

"I have never taken Steriords or HGH" - Yeah right, that would be like me saying that I have never drank a beer or had a class of wine

"Brian McNamee has injected me with Lidocaine" - which turned out to be a complete surprise to McNamee, supposedly the one doing the injecting. McNamee said before Congress that the first time he knew about injecting Clemens with Lidocaine was during Roger's 60 Minutes Interview.

"The trainers of teams that I played for gave me pain injections" - the team doctors from the Red Sox, Blue Jays and Astros have said that wasn't the case.

"I have received many B-12 shots" - supposedly given by McNamee which was a complete surprise to him, and to the team physic ans of the Red Sox, Yankees and Astros

"I have never discussed HGH with Brian McNamee" - which might be the most entertaining of all of Clemens lies. Several times during his public hearing before Congress he denied ever talking to McNamee about HGH, saying, "I have never talked to him about it". Then later within the same hearing admitted that he called McNamee twice after his wife had a reaction to HGH, which McNamee had injected into her.

"I was not at Jose Canseco's house from June 8 to June 10" - the infamous Canseco pool party that Clemens went to great lengths to dispute that he was at. This has nothing to do with the accusations of steroids or HGH, but Clemens felt necessary to lie to Congress about anyways. Too bad there's a photo at exists of you at the party. Kind of puts a hole in your defense.

Finally, "I was never told about Senator Mitchell's request to talk to me about the Mitchell Report" - wrong again, Roger, wrong again. Several letters were sent to your agents (and the agents of all the players named in the Mitchell Report) from the lead counsel of the Mitchell report asking to meet with you. It's hard to believe that the your agents didn't tell you about those letters.

Hopefully Roger likes the color orange, because it looks like he'll be wearing an orange prison jumpsuit for a long time.

This is horrible, so horrible, in fact, that you should watch anyways

Earlier today, I posted what I think is one of the funniest videos ever made - Jimmy Kimmel fffing Ben Affleck. Now I'm going to post what maybe the worst video ever made - The 1986 Los Angeles Dodgers singing/doing The Baseball Boogie.

This is the gayest, biggest piece of crap I have ever seen. And you can see it all here.

Honestly, who watched this and said afterwards, "This is awesome. What a great idea. All of you guys were outstanding. This is going to be huge." I want that 4:46 of my life that I spent watching it back. Of course it's so bad, that it's like the bloody accident that you see on the highway - it's so brutal, but you can't turn away.

It's no surprise that the '86 Dodgers sucked so bad (they finished 73-89, a half game out of last place in their division), they spent all their time making crap like this.

May God have mercy on all of our souls, especially the souls of those who created and participated in this piece of crap.

Jimmy's Revenge

Time to put the seriousness of yesterday's blog post behind us and jump into You Tube Tuesday here at Chicks Dig McLovin's Balls Awkardly in the Morning website.

Today's You Tube video of the day is a good one. Last Tuesday, we had Sarah Silverman explain to her boyfriend, Jimmy Kimmel, how she's been spending her time lately, by f*cking Matt Damon.

Coming to us today is Jimmy's response, as he also has a new love interest that he (and many of his friends) want to tell Sarah all about.



Check out all the cameo's in this video, an A list of Hollywood superstars and top singers: Brad Pitt, Joan Jett, Robin Williams, Don Cheadle, Perry Farrell, Macy Gray, Christopher Knight, Cameron Diaz, Huey Lewis, Josh Groban, even McLovin makes an appearance, Meatloaf and Harrison Ford.

Happiness

A short post today, but nevertheless one with a powerful message.

I attended a birthday party for a friend’s son over this past weekend. During the party something happened that I’ll take with me for a long time.

Towards the end of the party, all of the children gathered in a circle and a bubble machine began blowing out hundreds and hundreds of bubbles.

To see the joy and happiness on those children’s faces as a result of something as pure and innocent as bubbles coming out of a machine was remarkable. I saw that look of delight on my son’s face, and it made me smile inside. I took note of what was happening and it made me start to wonder.

I feel it’s unfortunate that as adults we’ve lost most, if not all, of that innocence. It’s a shame that most of us will rarely experience for ourselves an equal level of excitement, than those kids had, for anything anymore. Somewhere along the way, life interferes and takes those feelings away from us. It’s too bad we can’t carry that happiness with us into adulthood.

It would be nice to be innocent again, if only for a moment.

“So this is what it’s like to be an adult
If he only knew now, what he knew then…” ~Eddie Vedder

But alas, I’ll have my sons’ eyes to experience life for a second time. It’s comforting to know that I’ll observe life through his eyes, and he through mine.

Random Thoughts, Sights and Sounds - A Potpourri of Knowledge

Normally, the majority of my hatred and displeasure of Boston sports teams is directed towards the Bruins. The Bruins suck. They’ve sucked for a long time and will continue to suck. There’s no way they’ll get out of the first round of the playoffs this year, (you’re going to owe me that beer Mike) that’s even if they make the playoffs.

But lately, I’ve felt compelled turn some of that vengeance towards the Patriots and antagonize Patriots fans. It started with their Super Bowl loss, finishing 18-1 and the fact that their loss wasn’t as bad as several losses that the Red Sox have experienced over the years (2003 ALCS Game 7, Game 6, 1986 World Series, 1978 One Game Playoff).

To twist the dagger a little more, you can go onto Ebay and find a stylish Patriots 19-0 Super Bowl 42 Championship T-shirt for $40.





Or if you’d rather get on plane and spend several hundreds dollars to obtain some Patriots championship merchandise you could head to Nicaragua or Romania, where they have all of the championship gear that you’ll ever want – hats, T-shirts, whatever you are looking for. Hey look, Grandma’s wearing my t-shirt and she’s real happy about it.

Finally, here's one last shot across the Patriots bow.

ESPN's Bill Simmons (aka The Sports Guy) is a writer that I've long admired and whose stories I've enjoyed reading for a number of years. But his take on what it means to have two children (about 1/3 of the way down the page) marked the first time that I've printed out something he wrote, taped it above my bed, and are using it as a reminder of what can happen when you procreate the species.

For those of you with two children (or more), I'm sure you can relate.

Somebody needs to launch a Web site for anyone thinking about having two or more kids. The Web site would be called "Why Didn't You Effing Tell Me?" and would include the following features:

The "Why Didn't You Effing Tell Me?" Blog, in which dads rip into their buddies for not warning them to stick with one kid.

A quote page of deranged things said by mothers melting down as both of their kids were crying at the same time; stuff like, "I swear to God, I'm going to stick this baby in the microwave soon and defrost him!" and "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU WANTED TWO, I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!!"

A detailed explanation of my buddy Sully's 12 Percent Theory, which can be described in one sentence like this: "Assuming women start out at 100 percent on the Sanity Scale, every time she passes a living being out of her body, she becomes 12 percent less sane." By the way, this is why Hillary Clinton can run for president -- she only had one kid, so she's operating at 88 percent capacity. Still much higher than George W. Bush.

Transcripts of incoherent shouting matches between sleep-deprived parents.

Live webcams featuring streaming video inside the living rooms of families with two or more kids. And before anyone decides to have a second kid, by federal law, they'd have to spend three hours surfing around this Web site.

And for those who are thinking about having kids watch the following. Have a great weekend everyone.

Under a Blood Red Sky

With apologies to U2's message in New Year's Day, there was a blood red sky descending out over Boston (along with everywhere else) last evening.

I had forgotten all about the 10 p.m. lunar eclipse, until, walking out of class last evening, I noticed hundreds of people scattered throughout the Northeastern campus standing outside on a cold, windy evening in Boston looking skyward. Several cars had pulled over to the side of the road, affording their drivers the opportunity to get out and experience the eclipse.




It was amazing to see the number of people who took notice of the eclipse, as this will be the last eclipse until December 21, 2010.

While the eclipse was impressive, it's not the most famous eclipse. That occured on October 27, 2004, during Game 4 of the World Series (and we all know how that turned out).

Let's see, there was a lunar eclipse on the day that Manny Ramirez showed up on time to spring training (which occurs about as often as an lunar eclipse).

That seals it for me, the Red Sox are going to win the 2008 World Series. Go to Vegas, take the 9/2 odds and put some money down on the Sox winning the Series. It also wouldn't surprise me if Curt Schilling is able to come back from his shoulder injury (without surgery), pitches in August and clinches the Series with a win in Game 6.

You heard it hear first.

What will I write today? How about: Air Witty, Hallowed Wit

Actually, the question and answer is all one in the same.

Rearranging the phrase 'What will I write today' becomes: 'Air Witty, Hallowed Wit', which is the focus of today's post.

In doing some research for a possible upcoming blog post, I stumbled across something I thought was pretty cool, but not something you think much about – anagrams

It’s pretty interesting (at least I think so, because it's like a puzzle) to see what you can come up with just by rearranging some letters and seeing if the meaning of the new word relates in anyway to the word you started with.

For instance, anagramming Clint Eastwood, you get ‘Old West Action’, which ties in nicely with some of his movie roles – A Fistful of Dollars, The Outlaw Josey Wales, The Good, The Bad, The Ugly.

I found a website - www.anagramgenius.com, where you can download their trial anagram software and decided to find out what the title of this blog ‘Awkward Mornings Beat Boring Nights’ would turn into.

But first, I tried out one of the most commonly known phrases in the English language to see how much meaning related back to the original phrase:

Yankees Suck turns into Yes ace skunk (Hey, it's Roger Clemens and Andy Pettite). Man, this really works.

Here’s some of the more interesting phrases for my blog:

"Now stabbing hard-working mastering."

If the word ‘mastering’ is referring to writing and the laborious process of writing, I am definitely stabbing it to death, as evidenced by the content of this blog.

There were many phrases that included stabbing, such as:

"Warm stabbing stranger hoodwinking”;

"Hot wreaking and stabbing ringworms."

Ringworms need to be stabbed – they are itchy muther fucka’s

"Now grabbing now stirring death mask."

I’ll need the death mask to kill the ringworms and this blog (though this entry is doing a good job of that all by itself).

"Weird know-nothing as smart grabbing.”

That’s me, the weird know-nothing whose grabbing ass smartly (oh, wait that’s probably not what that means)

"I'm shrewd, stabbing, arrogant knowing."

Thank you very much. I’ll take that as a complement.

"Now darkening bright warm boastings."

I now have the title of my next blog

Anagramming Tony Hubbard reveals some not so flattering information about my body:

"Hub 'n' tar body."

"Horny, bad but."

"Horny bud tab.",

Lies, all of it. I do not have a tar body with a bad butt. Though the bud(weiser) part might have some truth to it.

And then there’s:

"Hurt band boy."

No, I was not the loser who went to band camp, though the band camp girl from American Pie was pretty hot.

Finally, the anagram report not only provides you with new phrases of existing words, but gives you the longest phrases they could come up with using the phrases that you’ve anagrammed:

One of the longest phrases for “Awkward Mornings Beat Boring Nights” was:

Downright-boring

Not nice at all.

How do you like them Apples because I'm talking about her breasts

I hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday weekend, taking time on Monday during the special holiday to reflect on whether or not they should take advantage of the huge savings and buy a car, on the holiday formally known as President's Day. When I think of Abraham Lincoln and George Washington, I think of one thing - buying a car.

Through the magic of Hallmark cards, the Hallmark company has been able to create more than their fair share of holidays, you why not let the auto industry take over President's Day?

Anyways, it's YouTube Tuesday here on the Chicks Dig Awkward Morning With McLovin Blog. Every Tuesday, I'll put up a couple of my favorite YouTube clips that I've seen over the past couple of weeks.

There's a theme to this week's YouTube selections: Awesome practical jokes. In both videos, there are people who have gone to great lengths to pull a joke on either a friend or a loved one.

In the first clip, Sarah Silverman informs her boyfriend, late-night talk show host Jimmy Kimmel that she has made a special video for him, co-starring Matt Damon and debuts it during her appearance on his show.




I'm very impressed with this second video, as it's something that I'm surprised that I hadn't thought of before. This is for all of the people who are thinking about proposing to their girlfriends at a sporting event. At the 3:23 mark of the clip is the actual start of the prank.



The find out more regarding the aftermath of the prank click here.

I think these are two of the better practical jokes that I have seen or heard of. Are there videos of other practical jokes out there that readers would like to share?

Random Thoughts, Sights and Sounds - a Potpourri of Knowledge

Friday's on the Chicks Dig Awakward Mornings with McLovin blog will a be catch-all day, a day to talk about and post random things that I've heard or seen in life or around the web the past couple of days.

I've had a long-running Drew Bledsoe vs. Tom Brady discussion with several friends over the past couple of years. Obviously Brady's shown that he's the better quarterback, but I like taking the opposite side of the argument and stating Bledsoe's case, with points like: The Patriots wouldn't have won their first Super Bowl (and Brady wouldn't have been the MVP) if Bledsoe didn't quarterback the team to victory in the AFC championship against Pittsburgh.



ESPN's D.J. Gallo has an interesting spin on this and theorizes, "What if Tom Brady never became the Tom Brady"





It has been over a year since the lovely Wendi Nix (right) graced our television screen as a sports anchor on Channel 7 (though, she is on ESPN, it's not the same), and she has been missed.





In taking their time to find a replacement, I believe Channel 7 has found someone who will make all of us forget Wendi. Starting next Thursday, Julie Donaldson (left), a former Miss Florida, will be working the Red Sox beat for Channel 7.


To see more of Ms. Donaldson than you'll ever see during her reports on Channel 7, click here. Score a big win for Channel 7 in adding Donaldson to their newscasts. Normally Fox 25 has all of the attractive anchor babes.

Last weekend I was procrastinating in working on a paper that I had due for Graduate school, and was flipping around the TV channels and saw John Cusack starring in 'Sereindipity'. It got me to thinking, 'I'd really like to watch High Fidelity right now'. The problem is I don't own it, it wasn't on On Demand and I didn't want to drive to the video store to get it.

I thought wouldn't it be cool, to have a box attached to your tv that would give you access to rent a larger variety of movies than is available on On-Demand. You push a button, view through the available titles and in moments you're watching the movie you wanted and not waiting for it to come in the mail from Netflix.

To my surprise in my e-mail inbox this morning was an e-mail from Apple announcing the revamped Apple TV, where you can rent movies directly to your TV. All of the Major studios, are involved. You can rent movies in HD. You can rent newer titles, older titles, want You Tube videos, look at your photos, listen to podcasts and music all on your television.

That is bad ass.

Punxsutawney Phil can go F*ck himself, as spring starts today, February 14

Hopefully, after today we can move on past these two idiots (doubtful), but we'll get to them later.

But now we can start to turn our focus towards these guys as they start spring training (and defense of their World Championship) today, my official first day of spring.

As for Clemens and McNamee, I listened to the majority of Wednesday's hearing and came to a couple of conclusions:

It's weird that the truth will ultimately lie with the person who has lied the least during this whole process. Normally, someone would have been truthful throughout the entire process, but that's not the case with Clemens or McNamee.

Andy and Laura Pettite will not be having Thanksgiving dinner or getting Christmas cards from the Clemens family anytime in the near future. Talk about throwing someone under the bus, Andy threw Roger under a fleet of Greyhounds.

It's surprising how inept and unprepared our Congressmen and women are. The lack of preparedness was appearant throughout the course of the hearings. It's not like Clemens and McNamee showed up at Congress' doorstep yesterday looking to have a hearing. The members of the Committee had at least six weeks to prepare and still we get such thought provoking questions as, "What uniform are you (Roger) going to where into the Hall of Fame?" and "Can you (Roger) describe your workout regime?" Aren't we trying to find out if Clemems took HGH or if McNamee is lying?

Two phrases that I'll take away from the hearings: McNamee's "It is what it is," and Clemens "Misremembered". McNamee's "It is what it is" is his way of saying that he's being truthful. Clemens used "Misremebered" to describe how Pettite couldn't correctly recall conversations that he and Clemens had.

Based on those phrases, here are some questions that I would have like to have seen asked yesterday.

Congressman: Mr. McNamee is it true that you are a complete and total scumbag:
McNamee: It is what it is

Congressman: Mr. McNamee is it true that while injecting a half-naked Debbie Clemens in the ass with HGH, you were hoping to inject a little bit more into her, if you know what I'm saying?
McNamee: It is what it is

Congressman: Mr. Clemens are you saying that you 'Misremember' ever taking steroids or HGH or are you saying that you never took steroids or HGH?

Clemens: It is what it is

Also, Happy Valentine's Day to all the couples out there. In thinking about Valentine's Day wouldn't it make more sense to have had a Scrooge-Bah-Humbug-kind of character poo-poo the merits of Valentine's Day, as a jilted lover, rather than have him take his anger out on Christmas.

It seems more realistic that people (especially the single ones) would hate Valentine's Day more and not have the Valentine's Day spirit, than not be in the Christmas spirit.

Just a thought.

Little Known News Item for Wednesday, February 13

You might not have known this or heard anything about this over the recent weeks, but Roger Clemens and Brian McNamee are testifying in front of Congress' House Committee on Oversight and Government Reform on Wednesday regarding the possibility that Clemens took steroids during his playing career and those steroids were administered by McNamee.

AND YES I'M OVERSTATING THE OBVIOUS AND BEING COMPLETELY FASICIOUS.

After two months of back and forth he said/he said, we'll finally be able to pull back the curtain and see the wizard. The wizard will rear it's ugly head in the form of The Truth, as both men will be testifying under oath as to whether McNamee's allegations are true or false.

I don't know about Clemens or McNamee, but lying to Congress is not on my list of things to do/accomplish before I die. It will be interesting to see who blinks first and changes the story that they've gone with all along.

This story's been beat to death over the past 60 or so days, with Clemens being named in the Mitchell Report as a player who did steroids. Then came the Clemens denials: first through his lawyers, then on his website and during a 60 Minutes interview and then during his press conference, where he introduced a bizarre taped conversation between him and McNamee, where McNamee repeatedly screamed, 'Roger what the fuck do you want me to do?' And throughout the whole ordeal no one thinks Roger's innocent.

Now McNamee has come out saying he has physical evidence that he's held onto for seven years to prove Roger's guilt, in the form of bloody syringes, needles and bandages (kept in all places - a Miller Lite can) and then adding this spicy nugget -that he also injected Roger's wife Debbie with HGH, per Roger's direction.

If that's true, that McNamee injected Debbie Clemens, a mother of four, with HGH, to make her transform what she looked like in 1999 to what she looked like in 2003, when she appeared in the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit issue, then they need to make HGH legal.



Women, not only all over the US, but, all over the world, would make HGH the number 1 selling product on any market in any country. (By the way, in Debbie's picture from 1999, what does her right hand have a tight grip around? Looks a little suspicious to me.)

In any case, it ought to be a fun day of testimony, especially since Roger kissed ass with some of the legislators on the committee last week, during his deposition. Afterwards, he posed for pictures and signed autographs for the Congressional members. I'm sure McNamee had to undergo the same ordeal of being fawned all over by the members of Congress after he gave his deposition.

All-in-all, I think Clemens used steroids. Not to justify it, but there was a fair percentage of players at the time juicing and I can see why he would decide to do it. It doesn't make it right, but justifiable.

Wouldn't it be great if Roger was all juiced up before the hearings, and came out wearing the eye black on his face and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle's shoelaces that he had for Game 4 of the 1990 ALCS, trying to intimidate the members of Congress. Maybe he could fire a shattered bat (or bible that he placed his left hand on) back towards them. That would be awesome.

Origins/Inspirations

Now that the blog is up and running and people are (hopefully) checking it out, I wanted to take a quick look back at the history of some of the key points of the blog before I move forward.


The url: Chicks Dig the Long Balll


Is a phrase that comes from the greatest sports commerical ever made starring Billerica's finest - Tommy Glavine.




Little did people know at the time that "it wasn't really the shoes", that it was B12 and Lidocaine (oh wait that's Roger Clemens excuse) injections that everyone was getting.

Some of the great lines:

Hey!!, we got Cy Young winners over here.

C'mon Alice

Step into it!!!

The best line comes at the very end.



The Blogs' Title: Awkward Mornings Beat Boring Nights



Is the title of a t-shirt that I bought a couple of months back (see top right corner) of picture.

The Blog's Subtitle: Chicks Dig McLovin

How can Chicks not Dig McLovin after watching this. Who gets the hot redhead and then empties a gun at the end - you got it McLovin.

He's Superbad

Patriots Fans Need To Get Over Themselves

Now the real sports season can begin. The Red Sox Moving Van has left the building. Pitchers and catchers report this Thursday. All is about to be right with the world.

Shaughnessy had a great article about in Sunday's Globe about the magnitiude of the Patriots' Super Bowl loss. Was it the greatest loss suffered by a Boston sports team ? I would say no. I think that Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS was a bigger loss. I remember being at my dad's house, watching the game and the two of us sat silent, and motionless, for 15 minutes after it was over. Finally I said, "I'm going" and that was it. He never acknowledged the fact I left.

For me, "Timlin in the Eighth - Williamson in the Ninth" will ring louder than "18-1". What do others think - is the Pats Super Bowl loss the greatest loss in Boston Sports history?

So Why a Blog???

I’ve finally decided to take the leap and start a blog. Talk about being late to the party. I’m so early-to-mid 2000’s. That’s me ‘Mr. Last One to Do Anything'. And it doesn’t apply to only blogs. I finally broke down and purchased my first flatscreen HD TV a couple of weeks back. I’ll be the guy who finally decides to buy PlayStation 3 as PlayStation 4 is coming out.

Everyone has a blog. I know a guy that’s had a blog for over seven years. If I didn’t get my act together, my son, Dylan, would have had a blog before me. It would have been all about Caillou, Thomas the Train, SpongeBob, the deeper meaning of Toddler Tune lyrics and the horrors of potty training. Real riveting stuff, though his readership in the all important three-and-under demographic would have been outstanding.

There’s blogs for every conceivable topic out there.

So what will this blog be about?

That will be the great thing about reading this website – it will be constantly evolving.

This will be an open forum to talk about and discuss random stuff that is going on. Things I see (or others see) on the web, or hear on the radio, or engage in during every day life. It will be a way to get information out there and exchange ideas to all who choose to visit.

I implore all who come to the site, to post links, suggest possible discussion topics, ask questions and get an exchange ideas going.

Maybe I’m tired of directing all of my writing energies towards 10-to-20 page papers for my Masters program (there’s only so many ways to put a new spin on writing about Leadership). Who knows, but now I feel like it’s time to put some of that energy somewhere else.

Go on; make the site your new homepage. Check it out on a daily basis. Keep coming back over and over again. I hope you won’t regret it.