Monday, October 13, 2008
I have nothing to say about this
Friday, October 27, 2006
Disappointed they aren't real cardinals and tigers
2006 ends as it began...with Chessie on the floor near a TV that's showing a baseball game.
Labels: Cardinals, cats, tigers, tv, world series
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Hey, White Sox, you could have moved to a dome in 1989, but no...
As I write this, the Sox and Indians are still in a rain delay. Tropicana Field's not looking so bad right now, is it?
It wouldn't be Opening Night without a picture of Chessie near my TV. I now have a different TV configuration than I did last year -- my cheap Ikea entertainment cabinet got mostly destroyed when I moved last May -- so it's hard for Chessie to get next to the TV. So you'll have to settle for her under the TV, hiding from Jon Miller and Joe Morgan, as well she should.
It wouldn't be Opening Night without a picture of Chessie near my TV. I now have a different TV configuration than I did last year -- my cheap Ikea entertainment cabinet got mostly destroyed when I moved last May -- so it's hard for Chessie to get next to the TV. So you'll have to settle for her under the TV, hiding from Jon Miller and Joe Morgan, as well she should.
Labels: cats, indians, tropicana field, tv, white sox
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Kitty loves baseball
I was planning on giving Levi the first word on the first game of the season, but I think he'll agree that it was vitally important that I post this picture of my cat Chessie (who jumped off the TV shelf once the Yankees started winning)...
And I assume this commercial was met with great joy and delight in Rocketship-land...
Levi: Damn you, TiVo! I missed that ad completely!
Jim: That's why I haven't enabled the semi-secret "30-second skip" option -- I want to see what I'm fast-forwarding through, just in case.
I guess now you'll have to watch the commercials on every single baseball game until you see this Johnny Damon one!
And I assume this commercial was met with great joy and delight in Rocketship-land...
Original comments...
Levi: Damn you, TiVo! I missed that ad completely!
Jim: That's why I haven't enabled the semi-secret "30-second skip" option -- I want to see what I'm fast-forwarding through, just in case.
I guess now you'll have to watch the commercials on every single baseball game until you see this Johnny Damon one!
Labels: cats, johnny damon, red sox, tv, yankees
Monday, September 20, 2004
A baseball dream
I'll write later this week about our Montreal weekend, which featured at least a couple of points of interest to baseballrelated fans, but today I'm busy with work, so I'll just share the dream I had right before waking this morning.
I was dreaming about the Cubs/Marlins doubleheader today. The Marlins announced their starting lineup for game one:
Leading off: a sesame red bean ball
Batting second: a cute, furry kitten
Batting third: Stacey
I thought to myself, "But . . . but . . . but . . . those aren't major-league ballplayers! The Marlins are throwing this game!"
Then I woke.
Now, I love eating a sesame rice ball, and I love petting a cute, furry kitten, and I love playing catch with Stacey. But my dream thought was right: none of those is a major-league-quality ballplayer.
Marlins should be announcing their starting lineup for game one in minutes. You heard it here first.
thatbob: Wait, were Mike Piazza and Ichiro Suzuki playing for the Expos, too? Because maybe they decided to field Stacey's All Cuite Team for a change.
None of them may be major-league quality players (except Piazza), but any one of them (except Suzuki) could get me to switch my allegiance from the Cubs to the Expos. And I bet the cute, furry kitten pulls a lot of walks, but I doubt (s)he's as good at fielding as a certain canine playing shortstop somewhere up in St. Paul.
Dan: You're goddamn right about Snoopy.
stacey: aw bob, i'm not on the all cute team! that's just silly.
levi, i have to say that i'm disappointed it that it took the mention of MY NAME to bring you to your senses. sure, a sesame ball can lead off, followed by a furry kitten. but once they mention your wife, you suddenly realize it's a bad idea?
thatbob: Stace, I just figured you'd be the manager of your All Cute Team, which I think means you could put yourself in if the situation, or cuteness, required.
Levi: I think it was Cap Anson (and if it wasn't, it should have been) who a couple of times, as player/manager, announced himself as entering a ballgame just in time that he could hop off the bench and catch a foul popup that was headed his way.
Rules--those damnable things--now prevent such action.
I was dreaming about the Cubs/Marlins doubleheader today. The Marlins announced their starting lineup for game one:
Leading off: a sesame red bean ball
Batting second: a cute, furry kitten
Batting third: Stacey
I thought to myself, "But . . . but . . . but . . . those aren't major-league ballplayers! The Marlins are throwing this game!"
Then I woke.
Now, I love eating a sesame rice ball, and I love petting a cute, furry kitten, and I love playing catch with Stacey. But my dream thought was right: none of those is a major-league-quality ballplayer.
Marlins should be announcing their starting lineup for game one in minutes. You heard it here first.
Original comments...
thatbob: Wait, were Mike Piazza and Ichiro Suzuki playing for the Expos, too? Because maybe they decided to field Stacey's All Cuite Team for a change.
None of them may be major-league quality players (except Piazza), but any one of them (except Suzuki) could get me to switch my allegiance from the Cubs to the Expos. And I bet the cute, furry kitten pulls a lot of walks, but I doubt (s)he's as good at fielding as a certain canine playing shortstop somewhere up in St. Paul.
Dan: You're goddamn right about Snoopy.
stacey: aw bob, i'm not on the all cute team! that's just silly.
levi, i have to say that i'm disappointed it that it took the mention of MY NAME to bring you to your senses. sure, a sesame ball can lead off, followed by a furry kitten. but once they mention your wife, you suddenly realize it's a bad idea?
thatbob: Stace, I just figured you'd be the manager of your All Cute Team, which I think means you could put yourself in if the situation, or cuteness, required.
Levi: I think it was Cap Anson (and if it wasn't, it should have been) who a couple of times, as player/manager, announced himself as entering a ballgame just in time that he could hop off the bench and catch a foul popup that was headed his way.
Rules--those damnable things--now prevent such action.
Labels: cats, cubs, dreams, marlins, stacey shintani
