IT'S A FIRE!

Today, our complex was woken up with its fire alarm bells breaking into everyone's early Sunday morning. There was no fire though. Just a lot of neighbors in pajamas wondering how many more hours the ringing would last, and then a lot of firemen showing up for two minutes until they did something and turned off the bells and left. I'm sure a lot of my neighbors had their sleepytime interrupted today but I had been up since 6:37 a.m.. We went to a Hawaiian-themed party last night and I had a lot of Hawaiian food and beer and that's why I was awake at 6:37 a.m. on a Sunday morning.

Then later that day today, we were driving back from getting some ice cream, and something else happened, which I've forgotten now but which was important then...

So I wrote this.

Stalker

This is a record of nothing but me.

Vin Scully: Heart of Gold #1

One of the most endearing things about Vin has always been his caring nature. What I like, is that with each tale he tells us, a little more of the guy's soft side is revealed. Who really ever knows though? I wouldn't be that surprised if Scully was a secret psycho or some kind of closet-freak...but in all honesty, that would probably just make him cooler to me.



Example of Vin's caring nature:

Tonight, during the the first game of the Freeway Series, Vin tells a story of how players come to the Major Leagues from all these different social backgrounds. Then he transitions that into how as a kid, Torii Hunter grew up in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, in a crime-infested neighborhood, where he apparently, had to sometimes go door-to-door asking for food for his hungry family. And right there, you hear Vin's voice quiver with what are presumably his thoughts on that little boy Hunter.

THAT quiver in our broadcaster's voice, is one of the reasons why Vin Scully's heart of gold RULES!




P.S. That Angel bastard robbed us tonight!

Conjecture is all we have

...And so the hand of God reached out, to touch all the universe.

His divine fingers clutched onto the finest tool of ardent revelry...

For it is proclaimed!

It-What-Must-Not-Be-Named

THE DODGERS ARE CURRENTLY RANKED AS THE #1 TEAM IN ALL OF BASEBALL, ACCORDING TO SPORTS ILLUSTRATED, YAHOO.COM, AND VARIOUS OTHER LEGITIMATE SOURCES.

THIS FEELS WEIRD.

Paul McCartney is a PIMP!

Here are some of my highlights from this year's Coachella music festival.


Sir Paul McCartney doing Georgie Boy's "Something"

Paul singing "A Day in the Life/Give Peace A Chance"

M.I.A., inciting a bat-shit stage invasion during "Bird Flu"

TV on the Radio being brilliant as usual

And to think, I've always been a Lennon man...

Paul probably gave me the best concert of my life.

The desert calls for us all.

I Had Lost My Mind

I finally saw this over the weekend.

Then, I saw this yesterday.

And figured I could use this below to relate the feeling to you.

I really just wanted to play the clip though...

Harmony in waiting

Photo via: Guano on Flickr

Geez, even The Babe is singing the Dodger blues...

Five games in, and we're all still waiting for this vaunted 2009 offense to come alive. Or to at least score more than five runs in nine innings. Everyone is waiting for it to click. To run on all cylinders. To be as good as every cliche I can think of.

But when will it happen?

Today, Hiroki Kuroda, the Dodgers #1 starter, is on the disabled list and career minor-leaguer, Eric Stults, will go for his fifth MLB win.

Uh-oh?

Maybe the Dodgers can dream a little dream and get back on track by listening to the masters of harmony, The Mamas & the Papas. Here's a song for the nostalgic.

American Beauty

It really annoys me when people tell me that baseball is boring.

I watch my sports on TV mostly with my two buddies, Ponch and Justin. We loaf around, have some brews, and watch football and basketball like delirious maniacs for two-thirds of the year. But when that last third makes its way to springtime, the games are watched alone by me.

Mostly I feel bad for people like Ponch and Justin, so ignorant and resistant of the beauty of baseball.

Baseball is so comforting to true fans because the true fans are more than likely watching the majority of the games in solitude. Over those 162 games, you quickly realize that it will be only you and your team for most of the way.

People like Ponch and Justin don't know what that kind of comfort means though, so I discount them as nothing but talking heads who are recycling the same uninformed diatribes they learned while growing up with other people who didn't know anything about baseball.

I can recommend only one thing for Ponch and Justin, and that is to stay with what they know. Because people like them will never understand our nation's pastime.

BOO-YAH!

GAME ON!

The Dodgers feel different.

They're obviously more agile. Younger. Faster. More powerful. It was only the first game of the season, but today, as a gelled and confident team, they beat Jake Peavy.

Blah blah YES, it was against the Padres...but I haven't seen a Dodger squad pick itself up like that on defense in a long time. Last year is gone, shed completely by 2009's first victory.

2009 Snap Judgement #1

The Dodgers have WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY better chemistry this year and it seems like they're really trying to push each other forward now. Awesomeness.

And with Jonathon Broxton's last 100 m.p.h. fastball, the Dodgers are undefeated.

Tiny: Wayne. How you doin'?
Wayne Campbell: Hey, Tiny, who's playing today?
Tiny: Jolly Green Giants and the Shitty Beatles.
Wayne Campbell: Shitty Beatles? Are they any good?
Tiny: They suck.
Wayne Campbell: Then it's not just a clever name.