I Hate Fantasy Baseball
But more than that, I hate losing in fantasy baseball. And if we dig even further, I hate losing to my Mom at Fantasy Baseball. Finally, if we tromp down this road some more, we will find my major beef with Fantasy baseball: I hate losing to my Mom at Fantasy Baseball four years in a row. I hate it as I hate Hell, all Montagues and thee! Sorry, just channeling my inner Tybalt there.
The worst part about losing to Mom this last year was I had her beat! I was in forth, she in sixth with three weeks to go. Then my pitching went straight in the pooper. She did not have to do anything to beat me except watch as I plunge down the standings.
This year isn't going any better. I came out of the gates quickly stayed in first place for about three weeks and started my steady, yet predicable fall into mediocrity. As I type this I'm in ninth place out of 12 teams. Where is my Mom you ask, and would just ask wouldn't you? Yeah, she's in first now.
My Life After Being A Pirate
It's been over a seven months since the 3-Day and I still get the rock star treatment for being a Seattle Breast Pirate. I was getting a prescription filled and noticed that the pharmacy lady had a 3-Day ring on. I asked if she was part of the 3-Day and got an enthusiastic reply. She then asked if I walked. I proceed to tell her that I worked crew and did Food Service.
"So you worked with The Pirates huh?" She asked me.
"I was a Pirate," I replied. Her eyes lite up and she favored me with a huge smile.
"Oh my God, you are one of the Pirates. You guys are so cool. And the wedding was awesome. Are you going to be there next year?"
"Absolutely. I can't imagine not being there again." She then gave me my drugs and sent me on my way.
Book Report
Talking politics is the third rail of any friendship. I can totally make fun of a buddy's weird third nipple and he won't get to mad. Tell him his is voting for the party and fists can start to fly. That being said, the book Game Change by John Heilemann and Mark Halperin was fantastic. They stay away from opinions and just write about the 2008 election. What happens behind closed doors when the politicians aren't kissing hands and shaking babies. If you are fascinated by the politics, this is a must read for you.
Moose-Sitting
We are watching my Bro's bulldog Moose. Moose is the Monk of all bulldogs.
He is weird about what he goes near. He makes the oddest noises. After 10 minutes of playing, he's done. His tongue is too big for his mouth, or his mouth is too small for the tongue. Either way, the damn thing hangs out all the time. Even when sleeping. He is very lovable though. I have several friends that would break into our place and Moose-nap him in a heartbeat. 
I Got Caught Being Bad
I was driving while talking on my cell. I know this is wrong and I broke the law. I know it. But I don't think that I deserve a Dikembe Mutombo finger wagging from a octogenarian who can barely see over the wheel.
Seriously, I didn't deserve that at all.
