The Out Of Context quote of this week is brought to you by the letter T as in Trin:


Trin: i suggest also writing from the heart first
Trin: just vomit all over the cover letter
And this isn't the context, but it is similar to what I'm currently plotting; Did I tell any of you here on LJ that I emailed the Sports Legacy Institute with a general, hey I'm very interested in concussion research and stuff and are there any volunteer openings up and such? And I got an ACTUAL~! email~! from Chris Nowinski himself (saying no! but still~!)? If I didn't say that, I did now. And if I did say it, I think it bares repeating.

Anyway, I was kind of a bitch last night -- I sent a columnist from the Boston Herald a very cranky 5 AM email saying that even as a person who doesn't live in Boston, I know that the Herald is a pretty okay newspaper and that you should do some GODDAMNED FUCKING RESEARCH if you are going to be writing a baseball column. Jeff is NOT Jered Weaver. I mean it's one thing if a blog gets the two confused but this isn't a fucking blog. And then someone commented to the guy and said, hey that wasn't Jeff, that was Jared, so now the columinist still has it misspelt. I mean, come on. Even if I didn't stalk the Weaver brothers like I do, much like how I know there are two i's in Torii Hunter's name, it's just a thing, you know? Ugh.

Also, in regards to baseball, even though I think Amy is the only (other) one who would remember Phil Coke on my f-list -- but, caruso made a Phil Coke playlist that is AMAZING and just ugggh. Makes me shake my fist at Detroit for having him because he's so far away.

Dontrelle Willis, Josh Beckett, and AJ Burnett walk into a bar -- and the bar burns down )


Anyway, that's where I stopped a couple days ago. Which is cool because yesterday AJ Burnett and Josh Beckett both pitched and were awesome. Beckett came back from his "injury" (both mental and shoulder/arm related I'm sure) and AJ just finally had a good game (because I didn't watch any baseball just to give him the extra cosmic boost yesterday -- the things I do for you AJ).


Instructor: Those people outside are crazy, wearing big ol' leather boots in this kind of heat!
Student: Maybe they're from Texas?
Instructor: Nah, they looked pretty American to me.

--Beauty School, 35th & 8th


Final baseball thing;

MLB.com has an article about how the Mets are failures. .. .... ...... in regards to never having a no-hitter, perfect game or anything else that would be awesome for a pitcher.

The topic in the Mets' clubhouse that day was no-hitters, a topic Mets pitchers discuss from time to time without firsthand knowledge of the phenomenon. It was in the summer of 2005 when Steve Trachsel recalled the six-man no-hitter the Astros had dropped on the Yankees two years earlier. "Is that allowed?" Trachsel asked. Then he answered his own rhetorical question. "Probably not; at least not for us. I don't think we are allowed."

[............]

The Mets, born seven years earlier, were guilty of a greater transgression, turning their backs on the patron saint of the no-no; they traded Nolan Ryan. "It's the Curse of Nolie," David Cone said in 1991 after he had flirted with a Mets no-hitter. "You can't trade that man and not expect some ramifications."
The Daily Northwestern > Sports
In loved ones, Joe Girardi finds team for life
NU alumni fill Girardi's support staff of family and friends
By Hunter Atkins
Published: Wednesday, January 6, 2010

After spending more than 15 years in the major leagues and managing the World Series Champion New York Yankees, it would be easy for Joe Girardi to let baseball consume his life. But relationships have always been more important to him.

Especially the one with his father.

Months after winning his first of four World Series titles in 1996, Girardi asked his father, Gerald, to join him at the podium of his Northwestern Athletic Hall of Fame induction. Joe then presented his father with his championship ring, a modest token of appreciation for the man who devoted his life to the success and well-being of his family. A child of the Great Depression and working class father of five, Gerald was never one to dwell on things or gripe, his emotions sewn tight like the stitches of a baseball. But on stage at the induction, the typically composed and unemotional father stared into the eyes of his son and tears began to swell. Then they ran.

This unbridled moment of father-son pride was one of the last of its kind.
The once-tearful father rarely opens his eyes when Joe visits him these days. When he does glance at his son, it’s as if he’s staring into thin air. Gerald began showing signs of Alzheimer’s decades ago, calling his children by the wrong name. In 2006 he was checked into an assisted living facility. With his father's conditions worsening, Joe had to take back the ring for safe keeping.

“I miss him,” said Girardi in an interview Monday. “That’s the biggest feeling that I have, just not being able to talk to my father. We shared so many wonderful memories together since I was a little boy because I went everywhere he went.”

Girardi said he enjoyed being a boy glued to his father into his 40s. “It wasn’t until the last three or four years that we haven’t been able to share a lot, and now it’s nothing.”

Joe’s memories of his father trace back to acts that may have been small at the time, but comprised a lifetime of support. Despite working three jobs, Gerald found time to be the cook for the football team at Spalding Institute in Peoria, Ill., where Joe played quarterback in high school. During Joe’s minor league days, he would grab a brown bag lunch his father packed. Gerald introduced Joe to the roaring crowds at Wrigley Field and the quaint Canadian lakes where the old man gave his son fishing tutorials.

Gerald would be upset if he let work get in the way of time with his children, so after long weeks as a salesman by day and part-time bartender by night, he would sometimes bring his children to his third job as a weekend bricklayer. Mortar was spread and red slabs were stacked, cementing the bond between father and son.

Considering these moments of closeness, it is no wonder Joe said he resembles his father. Staring into the Yankees dugout, the manager sports a crew-cut, his arms crossed, stoic and antisocial. The only sight of activity occurres along his jaw line, which bulges with each chomp of gum, and at his chest, which he swivels around from right to left as transference of nervous energy. Girardi approaches managing like a workman, baseball’s bricklayer.

Beyond the attitude Joe adopted from his father is another component playing out in his everyday life. Joe is widely known by fans for his pinstripe coding and championship rings. But those lucky enough to get closer to the Yankee know him most for caring about people in a way that extends beyond his role as a parent, manager and public figure. The intensity of the relationship between Joe and his father served as a blueprint for how Joe would approach others, a sort of guide for how to engage with people on a deeply personal level.

When he looks back on his career, Girardi does not remember what the pitch count was when he got a big hit or what runner he threw out to preserve his team’s lead. “The interesting things you remember when you’re done playing are the relationships,” he said, referencing former coaches and teammates Don Zimmer, Mike Harkey, Paul O’Neill, David Cone and Dante Bichette, who he named his son after. “I don’t remember games, I remember people.”

cut for more, including Girardi being my favorite kind of Christian, the kind that will tell you about his 'special' relationship with the Lord, but only if you ask enough questions )

Finally, I hate a lot of the Yankees bloggers in general, but I tend to hate the "Confessions of a She-Fan" the most, but this article detailing why she's extremely sadden that David Cone isn't coming back to the Yankees announcer booth puts my feels into the dumb stock photos and videos she uses.
(if you see this a lot, Semagic is being a bitch)

Though I wouldn't mind it just being about my hate for Atlanta.

So. Let's see. Things I loved tonight with the 24-hours of Yankee coverage it seems on YES and/or ESPN:

- Yogi Berra & Whitey Ford telling stories in the broadcast booth. I told my mom to come pick me up from papa's because ESPN's announcers were/are shit and I couldn't take it anymore, I'd rather run home to Suzy's smokers voice (and that's saying a lot). But, Yogi and Whitey together were amazing.

- David Cone and A TAN AND NICE LOOKING Boomer Wells talking nonstop to each other. More BFFEs.

- Johnny Damon not realizing they called him for the lineup and someone having to go into the dugout to find him.

- Joba being RIGHT THERE for the pre-show things and just WATCHING all the legends.

- Pettite, no matter how shitty he's been this year, getting the final start, Mo getting the final close. Awesome.

- Paul O'Neill being the first player to go into the crowd with the bleacher creatures.

- ESPN being awesome when they literally showed the Bleacher's roll-call and Joe "Imma Idiot" Morgan, talking about it to the people at home and not mentioning the last part. And then the cut to the "game" for the last part. AKA: When the chat turns into a big FUCK YOU to the boxed seats <333333.

- Bernie Williams. Like. Bernie Williams. Okay, I have to say more than that. He is one of my favorites, one of my crushes, I thought it was shit what they did to him in his last year (for one thing, they should've had him retired the year before). And then the almost crying. And the pointing to his heart. And MY heart breaking.

- oh cap'n, my cap'n. Derek played hurt. I don't mention it enough but, I love Derek Jeter.

- I can't wait to see the random Yankees parade on the field on my tape. It sounds amazing on the radio.

- Mussina gets his peons to steal dirt for him. God, I love him.

- "Yeah, everyone wants to stick around for awhile. It says so much about the fans here..." - Derek Jeter on the radio.

- Oh God. Mussina just told me that he's been here for 8 years. I can't believe it.

- Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. They are playing "Goodnight Sweetheart" awww.

- Joba's stealing dirt. And and and supposedly his hands are shaking. I want to give him a hug.

- [livejournal.com profile] madlikerya: Derek with tears in his eyes! his circuits are gonna short if he isnt careful about that shit.

- "Thank god for them (the fans)" - Mo.

- Posada, Tino, Derek and Mo took pictures of all four of them together wtih their own cameras so they could have pictures. Aw. My heart.

- Brian Cashman is being talked to too. He said that Tino was at the game yesterday with his family in-cognito in the stands to see a game that way <3.

[Yogi] Berra, a 10-time champion often considered the greatest living Yankee, didn’t really need any more souvenirs—although he said he wouldn’t mind leaving with the final home plate of the ballpark he loved.

“I hate to see it go,” he said. “It will always be in my heart.”

article
So. The announcing team? Is Al Leiter & Cone~!!!!111 .... and Kay, hah, but, yeah. I love Leiter's voice for real, not for the fangirlism reasons that I love Cone's. I've also decided that the reason I like Cone's voice is because he talks like David Wright. Now, let's never discuss that again.

Beckett vs. Joba = awesome.

Awwwwwwwwwwwww. So. Firstly? I love that everyone in Fenway stood up and didn't stop clapping for Papi returning. But? But. Pedro Martinez's dad died of brain cancer (last) week/this week. And, Big Papi has on his helmet "RIP #45" for Pedro's dadddddddy. Awwwwwwwww =/

Wow, Lowell hit an awesome hit off the Wall, but it only was a single. Good job, fake #11 Knoblauch.

moar! )

NEXT FRIDAY IS ANGELS VS YANKEES, dammit Rya! you pick a bad weekend to show up, haahhahhahahaha. <3333333333333333.

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