Congrats to Jenben and Sean on the birth of their daughter, Audrey! According to the message Dona left, she was born at 7am this morning (egads, another morning person in that family - maybe my being born at 2am is why I stay up all night). I'm so happy for them!
I worked the night shift all week this week, and I'm so glad the week is over. All I did was sleep when I was home. I can do it every now and then, but I couldn't work fulltime nights.
I just want to go stare the zillion channels on the TV and veg out.
Gah, I can't believe Mariano blew the save in the tenth inning down in Baltimore - that means Boston wins the AL East and we're the Wild Card winner. Actually, that should work out perfectly, since we'll 99% definitely play Cleveland in the ALDS, and we've kicked their ass all year. What a year, it didn't even look like the Yankees were going to make the playoffs, and now this.
And it looks like the Mets have completely imploded in the past week - their chances of making the postseason at all are slim to none. That sort of warms my heart.
OK, the high speed stuff is all set up - HDTV, the phone, and most of all, the high-speed internet! My new email address will be email@example.com, but I'm still able to check the earthlink.net account. But make note of the new one.
The HDTV rocks. I love it. And the high-speed rocks. I love it, too. The router was a cinch to install, so both computers are online.
Now the pain in the neck is going online to all of the sites I use and changing my email address.
With any luck, today will be the last day of slow internet and fuzzy sound on the TV. The cable guy is coming tomorrow (and no, not the Verizon Fios tech, whose light is 20 db hot, whatever that means). Hopefully there won't be any problems running the cable through the attic and basement, and everything will work smoothly.
It was really doubtful earlier this year if the Yankees would go to the postseason, but tonight they clinched a postseason berth for the 13th straight year! The young players looked more excited than the veterans, what with all the champagne spraying in the clubhouse. Can't wait for the postseason!
I thought I could stay up after work until 10am, but my eyes were groggier than my brain. I don't know how people work fulltime nights, I couldn't do it all the time.
I came home from work, and went to bed - setting the alarm for 9.55am. I picked up tickets for ALDS game two, ALCS game two (if necessary) and World Series game seven (if necessary, and I hope it is!). They're way over in the tier in left field, but whatever, it's the postseason.
Whee! Now I have to do lots of overtime in order to pay off Visa.
Happy birthday, Dad!
I worked my usual double shift on Saturday, and ended up working a double yesterday, too. And I switched my usual 3-11 shifts today and tomorrow to the 11-7 overnight shift. So I'll be spending most of the week asleep to catch up.
Tomorrow the postseason pre-sale is at 10am, so I'm going to stay up after work to get tickets.
Super game last night - except for the losing in the 14th inning part. Good thing we left in the seventh. Joba was suberb as usual (and yes, I picked up a Chamberlain t-shirt at the stadium). I hope they get in today's game, it's miserable and raining out. They said it's a rain delay now.
My friend Michael is an Indians fan (of all things), and they're about to clinch the AL Central. We have a dinner bet going over which team will win in the postseason. I hope he has a nice restaurant picked out.
Back to work today after two weeks off, thanks to being sick and taking vacation.
Back from Cooperstown and as relaxed as can be. I highly recommend the Otesaga Resort and Hotel to everyone, the service is excellent, the verandah and lake lovely, and the pool heated. Plus meals are included in the room rate, and they get the YES Network. All the comforts of home. I absolutely cannot to stay there ever again, but it was a nice splurge. Cooperstown is a baseball fan's mecca, with souvenir stores lining both sides of the main street, and the Hall of Fame right at the end of the drag. Oh, love it up there.
Tomorrow is my last Yankees game of the regular season. Postseason tix go on sale to season ticket holders on Tuesday morning, so I'll be up early to try and buy. Oh, and I can hear the whining from Boston fans from here, as we crept to within 1.5 games of the AL East with the win last night. Be nice to see them knocked out of first place - fingers crossed!
I did productive things today - installed the network card on Mom's computer and ran Ethernet cables through the attic to connect both computers to the router once we have the cable modem installed.
Home from Boston quickly, then off to Cooperstown tomorrow. I'm feeling 80% better - would probably be 100% if I hadn't spent most of the weekend outside yelling. But the Yankees took two of three from the Sox, and that made everything worthwhile.
We drove up on Friday and went to Harvard to walk around. It's the first week of school so there were all of these tables in Harvard Yard for students to sign up for clubs and such. I found a terrific "Harvard Medical" t-shirt to wear to work. We had dinner at this place called Fire and Ice, which is like a Mongolian Barbeque. You pick out your ingredients and sauce, and they grill it up in front of you, and then bring rice and tortillas to the table. Cheap and delicious. I'd go back in a heartbeat.
Fenway was rocking for the game - for the entire weekend actually. We were in the third row of the bleachers for the first game, surrounded by (what else) Red Sox fans. The game looked lost until the 8th inning, when Giambi and Cano hit back to back home runs, and their closer blew the save. Cano's homer hit the wall right in front of us, and then bounced back about seven rows into the bleachers. We won the game 8-7, and all of the Boston fans shut up real quick. I learned today that the game was two minutes short of being the longest nine-inning game ever, and it sure felt like it, we didn't get out of there til just after midnight. Holders of the record for the longest nine-inning game ever? The Yankees and Red Sox.
Saturday was a nothing day - literally slept all morning, had a late breakfast at the hotel, and went to the game at 4pm. This one was a blowout, we lost 10-1 and I have nothing to say about it, except Wang managed to hit Kevin Youkilis in the wrist and he was out for Sunday's game. Oh, and Darius Rucker (Hootie!) sang the National Anthem.
We went down to Plymouth during the day yesterday, and to Plimoth Plantation, which is like a much smaller, much older version of Williamsburg. Came back, took a nap, did some shopping and went back to Fenway. Yesterday's game was a masterpiece. Clemens vs. Schilling, and it was a pitcher's duel, tied 1-1 until the 8th again. Then Derek Jeter hit a three-run homer, Schilling looked ready to cry, and we were set to win. Then Joba came in, game up his first earned run of the year on a homer to Mike Lowell, Mariano came in and gave up another run, so was 4-3 in the bottom of the ninth. The Sox managed to load the bases, and David Ortiz came up - I've never heard a crowd so into the game. Thank god he popped out to end the game, and we won 4-3.
Drove back today, and time to do laundry, re-pack for Cooperstown, and look up the directions. I really had a super time in Boston.
Don Giovianni was spectacular - the singers playing the Don and Elvira particularly. And in this production (by Hal Prince), the Commendatore has a fantastic entrance, all smoke and lightning and back-lighting. Enough to give you chills.
Chills that are unacommpanied by fever, that is.
I feel 80% better. My voice sounds like a croaking frog, which is a shame. I'll have to use more hand gestures in Boston. But the nose stopped running, and my cough is much rarer. I packed my entire medicine cabinet of cold pills, cough syrup and antibiotics.
So we're off! Back Monday, briefly, and then off again on Tuesday for Cooperstown.
But I am destined to never see Nathan Gunn sing live. He apparently cancelled his performances in Romeo and Juliet at the Met for this upcoming season. I bought subscription tickets just to be sure of seeing him. I should send him a letter - hi, I drove to Pittsburgh just to see Billy Budd and you were sick, and now you're cancelling at the Met. grr.
We bought the TV for HDTV service - a 42inch Phillips LCD. It's pretty. It's shiny. It's sitting on the dining room floor until the 27th when the cable guy comes with the HDTV box. Cablevision said not to hook up an HDTV to an analog cable box for whatever reason, so we'll just wait til they bring the new box and hook it all up.
I'm feeling a little better, tho anything would be considered "better" after the past few days. I barely have a voice (not good when going to Fenway for the Yankees series!), my chest is really congested and my nose will not stop running. The cough is getting better tho. It better clear up by tomorrow night, because we have tickets to see Don Giovianni at City Opera, and then Friday we leave for Boston. They changed the Sunday game from 2pm to 8pm (it'll be on ESPN now, too), so we might stay over Sunday night in Boston as well, instead of coming home after the game like we had planned.
Still sick. This had better clear up by Friday.
Intentionally forgetting that today is 9/11.
later on 9/10/07
I called work and asked if, that since there was an extra nurse on today's schedule, I could stay home and go to the ER. So I did, and the ER doctor said my chest x-ray was negative for pneumonia, but it looked like bronchitis. So he gave me antibiotics, a strong cough syrup, and a note to stay home from work tomorrow, too. So my vacation starts now, even tho I'm coughing up a lung.
I'm getting sick, which is lousy because Friday we go to Boston. It started this past Friday, just being more congested than usual, and over the weekend it just got worse. My chest feels heavy, especially when I'm walking, and my sinuses have declared war on my head. It's a battle between the decongestants and the anti-histamines, and I think the decongestant is winning, with the way my nose is running.
There are petitions at work to sign if you oppose this legislation going through Congress, that deals with cuts to the Medicare program. Medicare is how we get most of our money, that and Medicaid (very few insurance or private-pay). So I did the responsible thing and signed and also wrote letters to my congressmen (Frank Pallone, Robert Menendez, Frank Lautenberg) telling them that this constituent opposes any such legislation.
The Trenton game was a lot of fun. I was on the Thunder's dugout side this time, and man, you would not believe the number of grown men with albums full of baseball cards, looking for autographs of these players who might some day become famous. It's crazy. I am not crazy, but I did get the autograph of the starting pitcher, Alan Horne, who is the Eastern League pitcher of the year or some such nonsense.
The Thunder lost in 13 innings - I left in the eighth, when it was tied 2-2 and I was starting to yawn. I started out sitting in the second row near the dugout, but there were (no, really?) obnoxious Red Sox fans behind me, and it was really crowded, so I moved up to the second section, where I could spread out with my Crab Fries and Cheese Dip and my Cookies and Cream ice cream and relax and just watch the game. Until the food coma sunk in and I left.
Holy cow - what a seventh inning tonight! We were losing 2-1, then A-Rod hits a home run, the Mariners make an error and then walk the next three batters, Derek hits what we thought was a homer but just missed, and A-Rod hits another home run - 12 batters for the Yankees in the inning, and six pitchers for the Mariners before they finally made the third out. Joba Chamberlain got his first win (and still has an ERA of 0.00). Fantastic.
In the interest of full disclosure, I left right before the onslaught began - at the seventh inning stretch, because I've been congested all day and had a pounding headache, but I heard the first home run when I was on the top of the parking deck (with all the other people who left early to beat traffic). And the half-inning took so long, I was home by the bottom of the eighth.
Now comes the time of year when I root for random teams - like, I hope the Indians keep winning, so they have a better record than the Angels and we can face the Indians in the ALDS instead of the Angels. That is, when we win the wild card, which we can only do if we keep winning and the Mariners and Tigers keep losing (hard to say who to root for there, since the Mariners and Tigers play each other next). It would be cool to play the Indians in the ALDS, and hope that Boston beats the Angels, so we can have another NY/Boston ALCS (well, maybe I should root for the Angels to beat Boston, either way it's a tough matchup).
And I will highly NOT recommend sitting in the tier box sections 663-665 at the Stadium, all season long it's smelled like rusty, dead squirrel over there. It was really pungent tonight.
The Trenton Thunder are playing the minor-league affiliate of the Red Sox in the Eastern League playoffs. I'm going to go to tomorrow night's game, since I'm off from work (and tickets are still only $10). Can't beat that.
OK, who's the mystery person raiding my amazon.com wishlist? I do appreciate it.
I don't think it's arthritis weather, but now both of my hands are feeling crampy and sore in the fingers. It gets better when I flex them or use them, but when they're at rest, boy do they hurt.
Of course I'm re-reading the biography of Lou Gehrig, and they mention that the earliest signs of ALS are a cramping in the hands or feet and dropping things. That's it, I must have ALS.
Today is casual day at work, "wear your stars and stripes." I'm wearing my Roger Clemens jersey - a star in pinstripes (yesterday's loss notwithstanding).
Did someone send me the second season of Six Feet Under? It came in the mail and I don't remember ordering it from amazon.com.
Well, after a year where he didn't pitch, and then a year spent mostly on the disabled list after shoulder surgery, Tanyon Sturtze was released by the Braves last week. Come to NJ, Tanyon, I'll find a job for you.
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