A patented Sheehy ejection...

Well, it finally happened last night. After years and years of giving my opinions to umpires, I finally got ejected. I know many of you are surprised that I haven't been ejected before, and come to think of it, so am I. But, after years and years or times when it would have been justified to throw me out, I get ejected for a smart ass comment ala my old Legion coach, Kevin Sheehy.

In the fifth inning of a horrible day of softball, Josh made a good play in the hole. A little bobble, but he tossed it to me at second for the force, which was the third out. Or so I thought. Apparently Tim the Douche (the umpire for the game, who wears a braided belt and thinks he's the sweetest guy in the world, and will henceforth be known as TTD) didn't agree and proceeded to make his sixth incorrect call of the evening (hey...that's over one per inning! If you had TTD in your fantasy assy umping league...you're smelling like gravy!). Now, how do I know he was out at second, you ask? Well, since my foot was on the base, and I felt when the ball hit, then the base move as the guy slid in, I think I have an idea of if he's safe or out. He was out.

Now, after that call, the other team proceeded to tack on four more runs, putting us down 8 in the sixth, instead of 5 (and the game ended in a tie...even TTD could figure out the math on this one...er, perhaps not him).

So, after the inning was finished the second time, I went to home plate and had the following exchange:

Brent: I just wanted to let you know that was a terrible call out at second.
TTD: Blame your shortstop. He's the one who bobbled it.
Brent: Doesn't change the fact that he was out.
TTD: That's it. You're out of here. I've had enough.

And that was that. I was out of the game. No swearing. No warning. Just mentioned how bad the call was, just like the pitcher did the inning before when TTD missed some strike calls. Now, I know I shouldn't have gone up there, but that's no reason to eject me, and have a probable two game suspension after this. Also, in reality, it probably cost us the game.

Now, as for the title of the post, I must point out my favorite ejection of all time:

Sheehy: I know you don't want to be here today, but since you are, how about you make some correct call?
Umpire: You're gone!

Ahhh...memories...

Bachelor Party I - Vegas

Ahhh...I'm now back from Bachelor Party I - Vegas. You may be wondering how I have recovered so quickly. It may have something to do with going to bed at 9:30 each night, it may not. I guess we'll never know. Alas...here are the pertinent details that you are all wondering about:

Participants:

1. Brent
2. Rob (yes, I put myself in front of you...deal with it)
3. Hart (I always call him Andy, but I know that's not his name)
4. Hart II (this is Andy's brother)
5. Kellett (sorry, nothing clever)
6. "Shorts" (who gave his phone number to a chick with a tattoo of a snake on her neck...and her stomach...and her chest...niiiiiice)
7. James (again, nothing clever)
8. Devo (destroyed Jim Beam)
9. Eric (claimed to destroy Jim Beam)
10. Petredis (destroyed Garth Brooks)
11. Greg (appeared with extra Jack Daniel's...a godsend at the time)
12. Urban (I'm pretty sure I made fun of his birds, but I don't know for sure...)

The Events

Thursday

• The arrival started off poorly. First, I had to ride on a plane, and I hate planes. Plus, I had to sit next to Gordo Mojito (which is what I called him). He couldn't put his tray down, or the armrests, or fit into orbit, if he was launched up there. Very few humans are bigger than that. I'm just sayin'.
• So, then I landed and the cheapness came out of me and I took the $5.50 shuttle instead of the $14 cab. And, an hour and a half later, I was at the Flamingo. At least they had the heat on in the shuttle. I mean, it was only 107 out...might as well have it as 114 in the shuttle. Damn it.
• Then, I found my way over to Bally's, where James, Petredis and I enjoyed the buffet. However, the price had skyrocketed 2 dollars in the past 2 years (stupid inflation). I consumed my regular buffet of a plate of meat, plate of meat, three desserts, three desserts, and an additional three desserts.
• This was followed by heading to the room and starting to consume the whiskey. Luckily, I decided to have Eric bring two kinds of whiskey (Jack and Jim) since no one else would say what they want, and Captain is very 90's...
• After drinking, we decided to leave the room when everyone was there and some of us went to the Imperial Palace for cheap blackjack. Which is where I went. And lost $100 to Garth Brooks at the table. I hate him more than Susie.

Friday

• After some people ate breakfast (I didn't), we decided to go to the pool.
• At the pool, I walked over to the slide, only to realize I felt like I was on To Catch a Perv. So, I left there. And, played some water H.O.R.S.E.
• Turns out, I'm a phenom at water H.O.R.S.E. And it was domination.
• Then, we went back to the room to consume more whiskey.
• Eventually, we went to the Flamingo buffet.
• I couldn't eat as much as normal, which made me sad.
• After going back to the room for a quick np, it was morning. 9:00 bedtime? Check.

Saturday

• After feeling like a losermobile after waking up, Petredis and I went to play poker.
• Petredis lost his $100 on thw swift, though the guy who won it got lucky.
• The wasted guy next to me won about $1,200 while I lost my money. Not good times. But he was more wasted than a Russian at the Kitty Kat Klub. You know what I'm talking about.
• After that, we decided to bet on some baseball. I made my picks and bet $20, on a 4 team parlay. Petredis and Devo copied my picks. I also set up a 7 team parlay for Eric to bet on and he put $10 on it.
• We sat in the sportsbook, waiting for our free drinks to pour in. Alas, you need to bet at least $40 to get one free drink. So, we got none. And got mad. But realized there was still whiskey in the room, so we went there to watch the games.
• The Cubs-Padres game was on and Eric had bet on it. So, we watched that, and the game had a fight in it, and resulted in a 1-0 victory for the Pads. Eric got his first game.
• We then watched the second game of the parlay, and watched the Angels beat the Dodgers. 2 for 2.
• We proceeded to watch the White Sox-Pirates game, after hearing the Blue Jays won (which we all bet on). The Sox won, and soon, all the whiskey was gone, until another bottle magically appeared.
• We then watched the bottom line, to see how the other games were going. Turns out the Diamondbacks won. The 4 team parlays were done and we'd won! Nice!
• Eric saw the bottom line and the Reds won so he was 6 for 6. We decided to go to the sports book to watch the final game.
• While I was wasted, we saw updates on the final game and the cards dominated the A's. Which meant Eric lost his parlay. And I had really wanted to bet on the Brewers over Twins instead, but didn't want to feel like Hitler, so didn't. Damn it!
• Then, I ended up back in the room and went to bed again Bleh.

Sunday

• Ah, the morning and time to leave.
• We woke Petredis up and he was big into brushing his teeth. Very strange.
• Tried to wake James up, but he was having none of it. Apparently, he didn't remember I was in there. Strange.

I'm sorry this update was boring, but Vegas was a great time. Seriously, I would love to go back and do it again. Faaaan-tastic. Thanks for coming everyone!

Apparently Nigeria reads my blog...

Now this is what I'm talking about!!

PS...Yahoo...your spam filter is breaking down on the quick...

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My Dear Beloved in the Lord,

My Name is Mrs Daisy Abraham,a National of Malaysial am married to late Engr.George Abraham who work with the Shell Petroleum Development Company in Russia before he died in the year 2001 after a brief illness that lasted for only five days.We were married for Seventeen years with a duaghter (Lilian)who later died in a motor accident. Before the untimely death of my husband we were both Born again Christians.Since after his death I decided not to remarry or get a child outside

my matrimonial home which the Bible is against. When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of ($18,000,000.00 USD) Eighteen Million United States Dollars with a Bank in England whose name is whithed until we open up communication.This money is still with the Bank, Recently Following my ill health, my Doctor told me that I may not last for the next Couple Of Months due to my cancer problem.The one that disturbs me most is my inability to move around.Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a Christain organization (Church) that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein,according to the desire of my late husband before his death.

I don't want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly way.This is why I am taking this decision. I am not afraid of death hence I know where I am going. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that "the lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace". I don't need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health hence the presence of my husband's relatives around me always.I don't want them to know about this development.With God all things are possible.As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the Bank.I will also issue you the Letter Of Authority that will prove you the present beneficiary of this fund.I want you and the Church to always pray for me because the lord is my shephard,Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I Stated herein while i am Hoping to receive your urgent reply.

Have a Wonderful Day.
Your Sister in Christ,
Mrs Daisy Abraham.
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It's like the Nigerians aren't even trying anymore...

Remember when you used to get those sweet spam e-mails from the Nigerian scammers? And there would be a big story about how a king was murdered in a coup and his wife has all the money but no means to get it out of the country? Then, she needs an American to smooth along the process, and she'll give you 20 million dollars for your troubles?

Or it was always something big and grandiose like that. Something that made you think. Something that seemed like it was large and made you feel like you could be part of something important.

NOW?? Check out the Nigerian spam I got today...
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I am jane mayon,I have decided to donate
what I have to you.I was diagnosed for cancer.
I have been touched by God to donate to you.
Contact my lawyer Larry Powel with this
email- uklawyer.online1@yahoo.de
and tell him that I have
WILLED
$10,000,000:00 to you.
God bless
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COME ON NIGERIA!! GIVE ME A BETTER BACKSTORY!!!

Two kinds of people in this world...

If you know me, you know which kind I am...

There are two kinds of people in this world.

There is the kind that when someone is running to first and falls down with an injured leg, he'll stop play and let the guy get to first.

Then, there's the kind of guy who, when he sees the guy falls, he yells to the left fielder, "Throw it to one!!"

Since I was the first baseman, I think we can all agree that said player (who pulled up with a torn quadricep) was out at first base. Go team!!

Goes on everything??

I was in the pantry, getting some oatmeal, when something caught my eye. It was a Can of Hormel 99% Fat Free Turkey Chili. And, on the side of the can, in a big blue star, it said "Goes On Everything TM".

Now, I can imagine the Turkey Chili going on many things...hot dogs...fritos...velveeta. You know, the usual suspects.

But, then I delved deeper into this "everything" issue. I mean, everything is a pretty broad term. Now, physically, I understand that it can, in fact, be put on everything (except dwarves, because they don't exist). But was that their true meaning? did they mean to tell you, "Yes, you can put our Hormel Chili on two hundred and forty dollars worth of pudding!" But, would you really want to ruin two hundred and forty dollars worth of pudding by putting Chili on it? I'm just sayin', that's a buttload of pudding.

And, this phrase is trademarked! That means some marketing person went into a Hormel meeting and told the people that they should have their slogan be "Goes On Everything." What? Was "Now! Unicorn Free!" taken? I need to get a job as a marketing person. I think I would have presented a slogan that was something like "Hormel Chili doesn't need you. It feels loved on its own." And I'm sure that would have gone over gangbusters in the room...

Sweet Assed Games I Created As A Kid...

Now, as you all know, or don't know for that matter, I used to make up awesome games when I was a kid. You know, before TV dullened my senses and the only thing I can use my imagination for anymore is picturing David snapping and using Susie and Kina as two big drum sticks, and Adam and Tori as the drum. But before that, I used to think of games.

Now, I'm sure I'll forget some. Since, sometimes the games were only played one day. But, here's what I got so far, along with a brief (or not so brief) description...

1. Blanket Spinner - This game was normally played during commercials (or the pre-Urkel episodes of Family Mattersi) of ABC's T.G.I.F. (OK, I lied...TV hasn't dullened my senses...I've always watched copious amounts of TV). The supplies needed for the game were 3 people, a blanket (or comforter) and two pillows. Now, one person would put the blanket over themselves and spin around 15 times, to make them dizzy. Then, their goal was to tackle one of the other people, while the other people are beating the crap out of the blanket guy. Once the blanket guy tackles someone, it's their turn to be under the blanket. The reason this is fun is because you get to wail on a dizzy guy who can't see. At least, I think that's why it's fun. I won't know for sure until I'm armed with a pillow and a drunk Stevie Wonder. I'll clue you in when that happens...
2. Jumping H.O.R.S.E. - Ahhh...much like the traditional game of H.O.R.S.E. played in basketball, except this involves jumping over pieces of furniture. To play this game, you need at least two people. Then, the first person picks a piece of furniture and jumps over it. If successful (makes it over without falling), then the other person has to jump it. If they don't, they get a letter. And it's that simple. Some of the most sophisticated jumps involved jumping over a recliner in it's horizontal position and jumpingbackwards over the couch, with the high end furthest away from you. Lots of good times with this game, though I believe it was only played once.
3. Bean Bag Chair Sumo - Speaking of games that were only played once...Um, this game requires 2 bean bag chairs, 2 people, and 2 understanding parents. Luckily, we had all of those when we played, so it was like the Perfect Storm. Now, since this is pretty easy to figure out how to play, I'll clue you in on the end result; one brother's body thrown right through the drywall, one handyman needed to fix said drywall and one game that would never be played again.
4. BP Ping Pong - My memory on this is a little hazy, but it involved two Koosh paddles, a ping-pong ball, a ping-pong table, and walls semi close to the table. To get it in, you needed to hit it off the wall, onto the other side of the table. 'Twas fun for awhile, but didn't have staying power. There seems to be a theme with the games I've made up...
5. Wristband - Possibly the most ridiculous game ever invented. To play, you need a wristband, two people and a rope. You set the rope up between the two people and hit the wristband in the air, back and forth, like volleyball. When someone misses, they lose. This game was invented to convince a very gullible kid that Wristband was the wave of the future and everyone was playing it. Alas, even the gullible kid was not that gullible and this lame game was pretty much over before it started.
6. Pool Cue Baseball - Gah. Possibly the most dangerous game played (and remember, we already have a game where we're essentially beating up a blind, drunk guy). To play this, you need some sort of foam ball, two people and the bottom end of a two piece pool cue. It's played just like baseball, where the cue is the bat. Unfortunately, the cue does not have a knob on the end, like a bat. Which means that a bat stays in your hands and the cue has the propensity to fly out and strike the pitcher. Amazingly enough, there were no serious injuries reported and this game was a mainstay.

That's all that I can think of for the moment. However, I know there were more dranconian games that were played in my youth. Hopefully there will be some comments to let me know what I've forgotten...

Photo finish??

So, I click on this link on CNN.com, where this guy is racing a cheetah. I thought it might be interesting. I mean, cheetahs are fast. Men (some) are fast. So, if this is a girl cheetah, it will be a good race. I kid, I kid. Seriously though...

They set up this whole race thing and explain how they are planning on getting the cheetah to run. Then, they casually mention that the guy has a 35 yard headstart! Then, they race.

And the stupid anchor announcing this thing mentions it's much closer than anyone expected and it was a photo finish. Are you serious? I mean, the guy had a 35 yard headstart!

This would be like me, going out to left field at the Metrodome and hitting the ball into the upper deck, 520 feet from homeplate. Then,the announcer says that I hit the second longest homerun in Metrodome history, all the while, forgetting that I was standing in left field. I really don't understand morons like this guy...

Stupid creating a scene...

So, I'm at Lifetime (Fitness, not the TV network...stupid Petredis) today and I was doing 40 inch box jumps. Good times.

I had to go grab the 36 inch box, which I had to wrangle away from one of their "trainers". As I grab it, she says "Are you going to jump up on that?" with a look in her eye like she'd just seen her first set of boobs (I don't know if she was a lesbian or not, but I assume everyone has the same reaction the first time they see boobs, men and women alike). I said I was and she said, "Sweet. She's really excited." and pointed at her client. Great. So, I'll have an audience. Which doesn't not kind of suck.

Then, I had to grab some of the platforms to transform the 36-inch box into a 40-inch box. Which is just as unsafe as it sounds (essentially, setting the big box on two platforms, which means the box and/or the platforms can move at any moment...more on that later).

Now, as I got ready to do my first set of 15 jumps, I could feel many sets of eyes on me, since no one really works out there, as the trainers only seem to teach people how to do lunges and curls at the same time (most bang for your buck!!). So, all I want to do is not biff it. So I start, and get going and everything went fine. First set of 15 was successful.

Alas, I was doing two sets of 15. And therein lies the rub.

I got ready to do the second set, and I felt the same group of eyes, if not more, on me again. Which is fine. I don't care. Much. Or are I?

So, I started doing the jumps. When I got to 14, I took an extra second to gather myself for the last jump, since my legs were cashed. Apparently, I didn't gather enough time. Because I made it to the top of the box, but not enough in the middle. A bit too much on the side. So, the box and/or the platform moved and I found meself (went Scottish on you there) horizontal to the ground, which is not where you want to be. (at least not in this case...wink wink, nudge nudge, creepy double thumbs up) And I stuck out my arm to break my fall, but that didn't help much, except it helped me to hurt my bad wrist. And I still landed completely on my back and butt.

So, the things that I think sucked about this are:

A) I didn't finish my second set of 15 successfully.
B) I landed on my bad wrist.
C) There were tons of eyes on me.
C corallary) None of those eyes knew it was my last jump, so they thought I quit after I biffed the jump, which I wouldn't have done.
D) Now all the lunge curlers think I suck, when, in actuality, I only moderately suck and they can't know that just from my appearance and lack of coordination.

Super long story short, I don't think I'll be moving above the 40 inch box the next time my workout calls for high box jumps. Hopefully I don't fall again next time and relegate myself to Ardolf status...

My Pop Grades...

Now, since I've been questioned extensively as an expert on drinking pop (lest we forget the famous day when I consumed 35 cans) I thought I would give you all some advice on what kinds of pops I enjoy. Enjoy!

COLAS

1. Diet Pepsi - Better than Diet Coke. I can't say why, it just is. There...I said it (Don't you dare sue me Spade! I served you a hamburger damn it!).
2. Diet Coke - A very good choice, when Diet Pepsi is unavailable, which is in most restaraunts.
3. Coke Zero - Uses the original recipe for Coca-cola. Woooooo...I'm getting shivers! Or not. It's okay, but drink more than 3 in a row and your mouth tastes like Ellen DeGeneres looks.
4. Diet Super Chill - Ahhh...the Cub brand cola. Excellent. Or not terrible. At least it's not Tab.
5. Tab - Speaking of...

NON-COLAS

1. Diet Mountain Dew - Delicious. Delicious. Delicious. Also, the best pop for chugging, you know...if you get into a pop chugging contest (I'm looking at you on this one Dvorak!)
2. Diet Mountain Mist - Yep...this is the Cub brand. It's surprisingly good. And at lest it's not as gross as Vault Zero.
3. Vault Zero - Speaking of...
4. Sierra Mist Free/Sprite Zero - Both of these suck. Seriously. The only redeeming quality is they don't have caffeine. Bleh! Which is why they're last.
5. (Fresca is not on the list, as I don't believe in it. It's like Unicorns or chiropractors. It doesn't exist.)

*sidenote* I have neglected to include Mello-Yello and Surge, since they are not made anymore. But Surge was delicious and I drank two cans before every baseball game my senior year of high school. Which, I'm assuming is why I led the league in homers. That, and our fence was shorter than the fence at Williamsport. It's also the reason I got fat. That...and because I could eat 18 pieces of Godfather's pizza at the buffet. But I'm getting off track here. My point, I think, is that I hate the TV show "The Wedding Bells." It sucks horrible. *end sidenote*

CHERRY COLAS

1. Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi - Fantastic. Bold tase. Gives you wings. Or something more clever than that. No matter what anyone tells you it does not make you hallucinate.
2. Cherry Coke Zero - It's good. Just not great. But better than any of the colas, and all the Non-Colas besides Mountain Dew.
3. Diet Cherry Coke - It leaves a weird taste. Not bad. Just weird. Like Buddy Lembeck (come on Charles in Charge fans...get the joke!!)

PEPPER COLAS

1. Pibb Free - Score one for the Coke company! This is a delicious, refreshing beverage. Though I hate the name change (like how the Mars company got rid of Mars bars and replaced it with Snickers Almond.). What kind of game are they trying to pull here?
2. Diet Dr. Pepper - It's good, until you try Pibb Free. But at least it's not Diet Dr. Thunder.
3. Diet Dr. Thunder - Speaking of...