What was that???

Ok, so it only took til the 3rd day that I missed a post. Oh well, I got home last night from Gym Bar, was tired, had some tortilla chips (what a dinner huh) and just went to bed to catch up a bit on sleep. I don't know if it's getting older (which sucks) or simply the fact that 4 days a week I'm consistently getting up around 6:30ish, but this not having energy in the evening as much as I should is a real drag...Yakko Warner said it best:

"Early to rise, early to bed
Makes a man healthy, but socially dead."

I need to find a way to try and combat that (obviously the long term goal is finding a better fit career wise), but in the meantime bring on the Monsters, Amps, and Red Bulls...

Game 1 of the ALDS in the books, and I think every Red Sox fan has concluded that Josh Beckett needs to pitch in the post season more often. By now we've all heard the stats from that amazing game, but the ones that stick out are not only his 3 CG shutouts in only 6 post season starts, and that he joins just 3 other legendary pitchers...but 83 of 108 pitches for strikes is ridiculous (or ridonculous, as heard on Mike & Mike this morning)...that's 77% of his pitches being thrown for strikes. When a pitcher has location like that, and you still don't know where the pitch is, then good luck. With all due respect to the heroics of Schilling in 04, which will never be forgotten, this is easily the best Sox fans have gotten to watch since the hey day of Pedro...

Also seen last night that required several double takes was quite possibly one of the most disgusting people I've ever seen with my own eyes on the Brooklyn-bound N train around 9:45ish last night. This person had to be in the 400-500lb range, looking more like an apple shape...black pants, with the top button undone, a white button down shirt (not dirty, but certainly not clean) untucked, and some jacket over it. As he was sitting there, drinking a snapple, with part of his belly hanging out exposed, I looked away as much as I could. I'll be the first to admit, as a skinny little stick, that I sometimes don't think the best things about fat people, and that's wrong. I try to work on that. However, this was just extreme. Not only was he fat, but he was a disgusting slob. The perfect finish - when he got off at 36th St. with his few plastic bags, to waddle to the bench, he pulls out a Sunkist while waiting for his next train, exactly what he needed, certainly...

~SS