Life has finally caught up with me. What I construed as a harmless, ohhh-it’s-just-a-reaction-to-someone-cutting-the-grass, turned into a full-on assault on my sinuses before I went to bed. And in my fitful sleep, what did I dream about?
That’s right. Strasburg. Stephen freakin Strasburg. He smoked my Buccos in his MLB debut and set the blogosphere on it’s head. The irony here of course, is the incredible amount of credibility the Strasburg lovers are giving the Pirates by lauding over his first win. I get it. It’s a big deal. 14 Ks. Zero walks. History books. I know it. But he did give up a homer to Delwyn Young, who, let’s be honest, no one’s really heard of until this morning’s game cappers in the newspaper, mentioned in the footnotes practically.
UGH. SO FRUSTRATING. I don’t think I’d care so much if my head didn’t feel like it were about to explode. Or if my nose would stop running. Or if I could see through my watery eyes. Or if I could eat something, because my teeth hurt. Yeah. My teeth hurt. I’d look this up on WebMD, but the last time I did that I had a hangover, not realizing that what I was experiencing was, infact, a hangover. I wish I was joking.
SCF tonight. I’ll watch it if I haven’t already rubbed my eyeballs out of their sockets, which would be a shame because this game is going to be worth watching. Oh, and don’t construe this as an apology, Philadelphia, but I was told that 610 AM would have aired the game on the radio when I was passing through your city. I’m going to chalk this up to either a) too many commercials so I missed the game calling b) poor advertising c) weak radio signals. This is all to say: not my fault.
And while we’re on the subject, where have all the Cary Grants of the world gone? Has Surrey stopped making them? Thank God for instant Netflix.
We interrupt your normal blogcast to bring you some kind of lemonade/iced tea concoction I just made that would make Arnold Palmer proud.
Speaking of SportsCenter, I am LOVIN their commercials this year. 2010 has been the year of the SportsCenter commercial. My favorites include Dwight Howard’s Superman cameo, van Pelt’s Canadian assault, and Landon Donovan’s yellow card poppin scanner. But my absolute favorite, of all time, forever and ever amen, is this one:
It’s comedic genius. When I grow up I want to make SportsCenter commercials. Not joking.
Today is brought to you by technology, because it is going to distract me all day so I forget I’m sick. Netflix, blogging, gchat, Twitter, email, iPhone, and playing SportsCenter commercials on loop. (Plays Big Time Timmy Jim commercial again.)