Saturday, July 28, 2007

General Foo

I've experienced a lull of "blogging inspiration" this week. Sometimes you just need to take a bit of a breather. And sometimes life is just plain boring. I think this week was a mixture of the two. In an attempt to write myself out of this funk, some random snippets:


OK. I admit it. My last public rant against my beloved Cubs two-and-a-half months ago was a little premature. They are the hottest team in baseball over the past month and are now only 2 1/2 games behind the Brewers in the NL Central. They've lost two straight though, and while I know it's not time to panic, I'd much prefer them not to do that anymore. They just need to keep winning series to keep pressure on the young Brewers. Hopefully, we'll get a shot at the post-season.

I hope I didn't jinx them with this post.



The monsoon unleashed its full fury on Tucson today. Of course it waited until I was on my way into work, where I discovered that if it rains hard enough, the roof of my convertible leaks! Right into the driver's seat! My ass was soaked before I even got to work! Monsoon storms are usually 10-15 minute downpours that clear up shortly thereafter. It's been raining for 3 hours straight with no relief in sight. Tucson is going to get washed off the map.

I arrived at work in about the fifteenth minute of the storm. A couple more minutes and this'll be over, I thought. After sitting in my wet seat for another five minutes, I came to the realization that it wasn't going to let up anytime soon. So I made a break for it. It wouldn't have been so bad had there not been a raging river running through the middle of the parking lot. And it was too wide to jump. So I stood there in the pouring rain measuring where the best place to jump might be. There was none. My best hope was to plant one foot in the middle of the river and clear the rest. Better to enter into work with one soaker than two (that's what I always say), so that's what I did.

When I finally got through the door, I looked like I had run through a waterfall: a waterfall that concentrated all of its natural force on my ass and right foot. And now I get to sit in a control room where the climate is a carefully-monitored and balmy 68 degrees. I should be experiencing full-blown pneumonia by the 5:00 newscast.

I hope you're having a good Saturday.


rasaiki said...

Go Cubs! Go!

Now they're only a 1/2 game back and could possibly be tied after tonight's game with the Phillies!

We took the boys to Wrigley when we were back in Chicago in June to see the Cubs play the Brewers. The day before we went was the game when Aramis Ramirez hit the 2-out, 2-down, bottom of the ninth, walk-off homer to win. Our game, unfortunately, was the one that they got shelled, 13-4. But enough ice cream, hot dogs, and cotton candy kept the boys happy from BP all the way through to the bitter end.

This just has to be their year -- after all, 99 of them have gone by! Why wait for an even 100?

the battered ham said...

My sentiments EXACTLY!

I miss the Friendly Confines, and I'm glad you guys got to take the boys. One day we'll take the girls. Hopefully it will be in October when we head back to Illinois.


rasaiki said...

AAAAHHHH! What were you saying about jinxing the Cubs????

the battered ham said...

Patience, my friend...they're merely biding their time...and giving us heart failure in the process!