Trade Rumors Day 2

OK - This is the new Soriano rumor...

Vazquez or Garcia + Minor Leaguers...I like, I like, I like. Move Pods to Center, McCarthy to the Rotation and you have Thornton, Riske, Cotts and new guy as middle relievers.

I do not want to hear anything about Iguchi. ANYTHING.

Though now there's a A-Rod rumor mulling too. I hope he goes to the Cubs. That would be hysterical. They're cursed enough.

Jose pitches tonight. The Twins are now making me nervous. I hate the Twins. They are just stupid. I actually admire the Tigers and Tribe (even though Cleveland's name is SO politically incorrect). Twins = Dumbasses.

And Sean Tracy is going to have a nervous breakdown before the end of the year. You have to stop messing with this kid.

OK - This is Different

Sandy Alomar Jr. better fix my boy Mark.

And who will they release?

Kenny's been busy today. Maybe if I actually get some work done I'll be able to analyze this one later.

Hey Jose, Mark, Freddy - this is Jon. This is how you pitch.

Boys, do you hear the cluephone ringing?
Hang out with Jon Garland.

WE WIN. WE BEAT DETROIT. WE WIN.

Paulie proved why he's a captain. Jose & Tadahito proved why they're the scariest 2nd base/Shortstop combo in MLB. And, and, and...Scotty Pods playing like Aaron Rowand.

I fully accept the theory that they got the flu in NY. Or they spent too much time @ Scores.

Poor A-Rod. This is why I am happy I am not an east coast sports fan.

I Don't Want To Talk About It

Do you know why the above sentence is capitalized? Because that's how much I mean it.

Detroit series. I hope my heart can take it.

That is all that can be said right now.

I Have A Problem

Location: Potbelly, Lincoln Square
Time: 9:00 PM

I had just finished my Book Club at the Cellar. Got a sandwich. Complemented guy behind me on his Brasil jersey. Started talking World Cup in line with the other folks. General sports fan comraderie. We all dug Zidane - I know it's politically incorrect - but it was badass. Dude took someone else down with a head butt. Brilliant.

Then I mention I didn't see it b/c I was at the Sox game.

Then this kind woman sees my bracelet. I have one of those baseball seam bracelets. We start talking about the game. I talk about the 14th inning, silly people and really how 19 innings is too damn long.

Then I go to pay. I take out my wallet. The guy behind the register complements it. I realize it's a White Sox wallet made out of vintage baseball cards. It does have Kenny Williams and Lance Johnson on it.

I have a problem.

At least they didn't see the keychain that plays the last out of the World Series.

Now, that would have been embarassing.

All star game tonight. Ozzie is going to bench the Sox. Good call. I hope they have fun - they deserve the National stage. However, the evil Fox is broadcasting. I wonder how many times they will call Ozzie Guillen Ozzie Smith. And it pre-empts House.

I love House too.

19 Innings

I survived the Boston weekend.

Saturday:

1. Freddy Garcia is my new Carl Everett. I know he is a good pitcher - but he does really stupid things when I'm watching. From now on I will have to look the other way when he is playing. This is not a superpower I am happy about. I do not want to sell tickets just because Freddy is pitching. Or he could stop getting high before games. Now it's his call.

2. I snuck onto the 100 Level. I'm such a rebel.

3. Not so much of a rebel as my 2 favorite Saturday fans. Fan #1 thought sitting on the ground behind the handicapped seating in Section 130 and doing her nails was much more important than WATCHING THE GAME. The stripper that was sitting behind my parents thought her bra was just made for taking off - during the game. I believe the quote was 'I am many drunk. I had much beers.'

4. The pink hat is evil. I never wanted one, but they gave it to me and it was so damn hot and...the good Sox lost.

5. They looked tired. I am sick of people beating up on my boys. If this is what happens when you win the World Series - I think I can learn to deal.

6. The Chevy crap in the South Lot had bags. I rule at bags.

Sunday

1. I gave my extra ticket to a guy who works at my coffee shop. I still don't know his name - but he bought me beer. He'll have to be the recipient of my 'Ticket Fairy' goodness in the future.

2. Jose. What happened?

3. So Jose was making me nervous - I went to Center Field to get a Margarita. Me and the entire stadium. Get back - think 'Someone just needs to hit Schilling and maybe we can turn our troubles around'. 1 inning later - Thome nails dude in the elbow. Moral of the story: do not be a good pitcher and think you can take down my boys. We destroyed Clemens, we can destroy you.

4. Somebody complained about the 'you suck' guys again. Why? They're funny. But they are funnier when they decide not to swear. 'Your batting stance offends me', 'I don't like you' - they had better ones but I started drinking.

5. My boy Tadahito does it again. Is there nothing he cannot do. Oh yeah, bunt. But that seems to be a White Sox foible this year.

6. Trot Nixon - 0 for 9. If we weren't so damn tired we would have heckled him more.

7. The only good reason for a camera phone - taking pics of the scoreboard at the end of the 19th.

8. 14TH INNING STRETCH. That was awesome.

Home run derby tonight. I have to watch because of Deadspin. If 'You're With Me Leather' actually makes it on TV I will freak out.