I am sure that all the people who were offended and dismayed by Curt Schilling's decision to voice his “Pro-Bush” sentiments on Good Morning America and stump for Bush in NH, are the same people who applauded his choice to write “K ALCS” on his much televised right cleat in Game 2. Say what you will about his political or personal beliefs, Curt Schilling is who he is. He is the rare athlete that realizes his position as an “adored personality” and chooses to use that to emphasis his own beliefs. Agree or disagree with him, but you have no right to complain about his latest decision.

In fact it would be out of personality if he did not take his moment in the sun to express his beliefs. Be it “Curt from the car” calling WEEI to argue or posting on SOSH, the reason Boston fans have taken to Schilling is his every man’s approach to being a celebrity and speaking from the heart.

Please do not let Schilling’s appearance or belief tarnish this moment. There is no more “curse” and we will never have to hear “1918.” Red Sox Nation should never again be defined by negativity.

This is not a politically or marketing motivated response. This is written from the heart of a sleep deprived, overjoyed Red Sox fan. The reason that the Red Sox World Series victory was so sweet was because it meant so much, to so many people: For players present, players past, ownership and most importantly, for the fans that lived to see the magical day and for the ones who unfortunately did not.

Another time Mrs. Robinson?

Preface: Every single relationship I have ever had has been based in college or with a college girl. Granted they were great experiences and I have gained much personal and worldly insight from them, but the "real world" beckons and it's time to be with a "real woman." Come to think of it I don't think I've ever dated someone who has had a job. I know Krissy had a big, bad internship doing some sort of engineering thing back in '99. Maybe a babysitting gig here or there, but for the most part its been undergrads and school-time fun. Not that being with some nubile coed wouldn't be amazing, but it's time to date someone who fills out W-2s.

I know office place romances are frowned upon for obvious reasons. But that doesn't make it any less tempting or exciting. Besides we don't work for the same company, but just share a floor.

Ugh. I just found out the girl that I've been flirting with at work is 30 years old. Wow... [Letting feeling sink in] I knew that she was older than me, but six years? Didn't see that coming. I thought the biggest sticking point was going to be finding out if she had a significant other. All the signs were it was a go: no ring, no mention of, "yeah me and so and so did this weekend." And smart, witty banter to die for.

I was in like Flynn. Now I don't know what to do.

It's almost time...

thoughts from Friday:

It hit me. It just hit me. I was sitting outside reading Simmons's mailbag from fans post Game 7. The Red Sox beat they Yankees. I am just coming to grips with what this means. As fans of the Boston Red Sox we are taught (force fed) the notion that the Yankees were the superior team. By baseball historians, Yankee fans and the media. This wasn't supposed to happen. But it did.

I can claim being a fan for my whole life, but what does that matter? I'm 24 years old. As much as it means to me, there are people who this means so much more to. The Red Sox are an intricate part of the New England landscape and mean so much to everyone and the fabric of our livelihood. Hopefully we will all be able to share one thing: A Red Sox Championship.

My first memory involving the Red Sox is watching the games with my grandmother, while my mom and dad were working at the restaurant. I remember game 6 versus the Mets and what happened, but I didn't know why that was so bad.

Walking around Fenway Park after dinner, I was amazed at the number of people wearing Red Sox apparel. It was a surreal feeling. This is where things will happen tomorrow. In less than 24 hours

I decided to wander into the Twin's Store to check out what gear that they had in stock. I've had requests from my family and friends across the country to get them something. Having lived in Boston they know what this means. It's history and who doesn't want a part of it. $30 for a t-shirt and $35 is just not going to happen. Besides they only had 2004 AL Championship merchandise. I made a promise that if the Sox ever win a World Series in my lifetime that I would buy as much merchandise as possible. The important t-shirt hasn't been printed yet. ... so I will wait.

One game at a time boys






and so it goes...

Good luck Frank. This is your one-way ticket out of Dodge and I know you can do it. When you're back in state, drinks on me. You my boy Blue!

First full night's rest in quite some time.

The way I feel talking to an ex on IM is indirectly proportional to the amount of exclamation points used.

Sound the alarm. The Dawson is coming! The Dawson is coming!

Hey Manny, let's go play some fucking Cards!

And to top it off she's a teacher... so dreamy.

Todays word of the day:

October surprise (ok-TOH-buhr suhr-PRYZ) noun
A last minute surprise

Say what you will... this is what America wanted: GAME 7

who's your Poppi?

You know the story... This past Saturday I uttered the words, "I hope they can win it once in my lifetime". I'm 24 years old! After Saturday night's debacle optimism was not high on the list of things I was feeling. Down 3-0 to the dreaded Yankees was a no-win situation. I had given up hope.

"Make History or Be History".... and just like that, on back to back extra inning classics (Game 4 & Game 5), their 86 year old siren song called out to me.

I was wrong. I want to eat my words. I want to believe.

I'm glad I figured this out

You are not European.


What's your Inner European?
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Thanks V
and what the hell does it mean by I'd rather be Asian, dammit.

I remember a time when ex-girlfriend K (rutabaga) was having a problem with her roommates and the theft of her foodstuffs. In response I told her to write her name on her groceries. Not the typical yummy leftovers, milk or cheese that most people would choose to do, but EVERYTHING. Raw salmon name it. Head of lettuce name it. Eggs individually name them. I actually ended up doing this, being the great boyfriend that I am. It not only prevented her food from being stolen, but also served the dual purpose of making fun of her roommates, while at the same time calling them out for being thieves.

If there is one thing that I remember learning in Social Science class it is Massive Retaliation. Not the fact that is not a suitable means of dealing with things, in fact it will most likely lead to Total Global Annihilation. But come on it has the words massive and retaliation in it. What’s not to love?

So with that in mind I am writing my name on everything that I put in the fridge at work.

Take that suckers!

hello nurse

Yesterday was Alex's surprise birthday bash. I suppose a man only turns thirty once, but Krissy really out did herself. We went to the wine bistro underneath Marche. It was quite the spread; in the true Italian tradition there was enough food to feed an entire hall, which is one of the key components of any great party. Good people and plenty of libations, of course, being the rest. I was even able to buy Krissy’s mom that margarita that I’ve been promising her for the past three years.

Since I normally only drive into the city during the morning rush hour commute I generously overestimated my drive time and was early by half an hour, not to mention the fact that I got the sweetest parking spot in all the land: in front of Guyahma, directly across from the Pru entrance on a Saturday night, no less. I knew it was a surprise and I didn't want to be too early or to spoil the grand entrance so I wandered around the mall for a while. Everything has changed so much. I really need to move back into the city soon. I can handle the 24-hour Krispy Kreme and the new Jasmine Sola, but the uber Sephora really made me reassess my living situation, or lack thereof. While wandering around I ran into Davi who I haven't seen in forever. Well actually since this past Marathon Monday (when I was in a drop dead gorgeous day/Sox Win!/drunken euphoric stupor), but before that it was since graduation.

Which once again leads me to the fact that I'm really glad that Krissy and I are friends again. She’s an absolute riot and he’s a good paisan from New York. Both of them work in the nebulous world of advertising/communications and seeing them is doing wonders for my networking, not to mention my social, opportunities. Krissy is also the kind of gal that you should always be friends with. She seems to have an endless supply of cute friends. It was true in college and it remains true to this day. In hindsight maybe that was one of the reasons Lauren wasn't really fond of her, but I don't see how you can argue against hanging around cute people. My narcissism that allows me to only pay attention to attractive people can be discussed another day.

Now this is where things took an interesting turn. All right so no one is going to believe me because this sounds like it is straight out of one of those late night Cinemax movies, but here goes. One of Krissy's friends Stefan is a doctor at Beth Israel. (A good guy, a straight shooter who moonlights for the Red Sox as a game day medic on; once he even handled a Curt Schilling urine sample, which for a nanosecond he contemplated the going rate that it would fetch on ebay.) Towards the end of the night he saddles up to me and mentions that he knows some nurses that are having a party. Dumbfounded, slack-jawed I stutter, "Nurses party?" “Yeah, nurses party.” Thoughts of stethoscopes and candy stripers danced in my head. I've taken the bait and we are soon headed off to Coolidge Corner for one of the top five male fantasies of all time. Ending the night surrounded by Lindsey Lohan look-alikes who work only 36 hours a week and are trained in the finer arts of resuscitation almost makes up for losing my Amex somewhere in the greater metro area.

can't no body hold me down

Playing hooky from work to watch the Sox sweep the Angels is a wonderful feeling!

I woke up this morning feeling giddy. The sun is shining and it's beautiful outside. Not to mention the long weekend. Things just seem better. Meetings, office politicking, brown nosing kiss ups, long nights/early mornings can wait. I might even get up the courage to call the cute girl from work this weekend. We'll see about that.

Have a great weekend everybody!

Sometimes the best remedy is a good old fashioned bitch-fest. Jess, Val and myself met up with Veronica last night to catch up on old times. Dinner at Rock Bottom: yummy burger, Sox win, yay!

Baseblog

Twas the eve before the 2004 MLB Playoffs and not a creature was stirring. October baseball means magical things.
Work permitting I will try to catch as much of the games as possible via AM radio, web cast, espn.com and Lucky's Lounge.

Here is the complete playoff breakdown, all times EST:

AL Division Series

(best of five)

BOSTON vs. ANAHEIM

Tues., Oct. 5 at Anaheim........4:09

Wed., Oct. 6 at Anaheim......10:09

Fri., Oct. 8 at Boston..............4:09

(if necessary)

Sat., Oct. 9 at Boston................TBA

Sun., Oct. 10 at Anaheim..........TBA

NEW YORK vs. MINNESOTA
Tues., Oct. 5 at New York........8:19
Wed., Oct. 6 at New York........7:09
Fri., Oct. 8 at Minnesota..........8:09
(if necessary)
Sat., Oct. 9 at Minnesota...........TBA
Sun., Oct. 10 at New York.........TBA

NL Division Series
(best of five)

ST. LOUIS vs. LOS ANGELES

Tues., Oct. 5 at St. Louis..........1:09
Thur., Oct. 7 at St. Louis..........8:19
Sat., Oct. 9 at Los Angeles.........TBA
(if necessary)
Sun., Oct. 10 at Los Angeles......TBA
Mon., Oct. 11at St. Louis...........TBA

ATLANTA vs. HOUSTON

Wed., Oct. 6 at Atlanta.............4:09

Thur., Oct. 7 at Atlanta............4:09

Sat., Oct. 9 at Houston..............TBA

(if necessary)

Sun., Oct. 10 at Houston...........TBA

Mon., Oct. 11 at Atlanta.............TBA

Let's go Red Sox!

the face of the company

Mike Quan likes his peanut butter and his shiny yellow bracelet

Great idea?

Being an advertising whore and having been inundated with an average of 200 plus brands, logos, commercials via every imaginable medium every day for the past 24 years, I have developed a filtering method that allows me to go about my day without subcuming to the "impulse buy". But for whatever reason a pop up ad for this of all things caught my attention: I am all for new and innovative ideas, but sometimes you really have to wonder if people think before they speak, let alone put pen to paper. This is truly one of the worst ideas I've ever heard of:

Well, My idea is to have a drive-through funeral home. I know this sounds odd but think about it. How many people don't attend funerals because they don't want to get dressed up and go inside? From my experience, a lot. So why not make a funeral home that would apply to everyone? Just have a large window on one side, high enough fence on that side so that not just everyone could look in, and have a big blind over that window that someone would raise when a car pulled up. They would have a certain amount of time to view their friend or loved one and then the blind would be closed and a guest book would be pushed out a slot for them to sign then retracted when they were finished. From the inside the window wouldn't even be visible and the viewing times would be different so that the ones inside wouldn't be startled by the ones on the outside. Everyone gets to pay his or her respects this way.