Hopefully, none of the rest of you are actually still in the city this weekend. It's Sunday, the mid-point of Memorial Day Weekend and I've found it's more about surviving this weekend than savoring it, sometimes.
I spent yesterday with my mom at the Metropolitan Museum of Art looking at some Anglomania exhibit. I wasn't aware that the exhibit was all about British fashion for if I had been aware of this prior to arriving at the MET, I would have never answered the phone when my mom called. Anyway, I was stuck, so I decided to try and enjoy myself. This was a bit harder than it should have been as I got about 3 hours sleep after spending Friday night at Bowlmor and some Irish Bar with friends.
The best part about the museum was lunch (for me at least; I've been to the MET countless times and I do enjoy it, but just wasn't in the mood yesterday). I had some great pasta thing for lunch and it was good; really helped the hangover. I also got a great book on Subway architecture and art, which, according to this book, are one and the same. (For those of you who don't know, I'm somewhat of a subway fan. If I could take a week off and drive a subway, that would be amazing.)
Today is suppposed to be "Dad comes to Brooklyn, take 2" but I've yet to hear from the man since last weekend, so we'll see. Like I said, it's all about survival. Clearly, 90% of my friends fled the city sometime on Thursday or Friday, so when ideas pop up like "Call Robyn" or "I wonder what Trevor is doing?" they're just met with the disappointing realization that everyone managed to secure plans for the weekend.
The best part of the 3-day weekend is the realization sometime Sunday afternoon that you have ONE MORE DAY before you have to go back to work! I'm excited for that moment. So that's the key to surviving this 3-day abyss.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
My Weekend
So another weekend comes to a close and I must say, I'm not impressed, but I'm fairly pleased. Here goes:
Friday: Great day at the office. I spent some time getting one project done that was pretty critical with our migration and such. I left the office around 530, headed to this Mexican taco stand in Park Slope, picked up dinner, and headed home to "relax" (the term "relax" usually is reserved for people who perform strenuous tasks over a period of time, and then take another period of time to rest from those tasks..... I wonder if work really counts as one of those tasks for me..).
Saturday: Woke up early. Hung around a little, got dressed and headed into town. I'm checking out a place tomorrow up on 3rd Avenue in the high 70's. (Yeah, I'm moving... soon, I hope. Whenever I refer to an apartment I'm looking at or a place I'm seeing, they're all shares with randoms, but it's gotta be better than this hole I live in now). Anyway, I went up to 77th and Lexington, walked over to 3rd and who did I see????? That's right, JASON GIAMBI!!! The big show, so to speak!! He was walking out of his place, which is right around the corner from the place I'm going to see Monday. Naturally I said "That's Jason Giambi" loud enough for him to hear. He turned, said "Hey man, how's it going?" and then got in his big SUV. I screamed at the last minute "Good luck today man!!!"..... Pretty cool!
After walking around up there for a while, I headed down to 64th and 2nd to the movie theater. I saw The DaVinci Code (yes, by myself... first time to the movies on my own, and I have to say, it's pretty much the way to go... more on that another time). The movie was great, and I highly recommend it to anyone who has or has not read the book. I headed back to Brooklyn and met up with my friend Trevor (friend since 7th grade... this guy lives in Williamsburg with his girlfriend, Melissa... they're cool people and I'm lucky to have him as a friend) to play some tennis. This was a good time, but I could NOT get my first serve in at all. However, I did get one in, a nice spinning model, which spun right into his crotch and was blocked only by his hand that happened to be in the area... Oh well, it was a good time, though I lost.
Sunday: Got up, went to the gym. Then I did my laundry. I walked up 7th Avenue in Park Slope to get some incense as I ran out. This was a good time, but I'm not really a fan of the people that come to the neighborhood on the weekends just to "hang out in Brooklyn".... They tend to look at everyone and try to figure out who actually lives here just by how they look. GO HOME.
My dad was supposed to come in for dinner but he got held up. So I decided I'd blog. I'm going to look at some more places this week. I'd like to move June 1. Anyway, I hope you all had good weekends. I hope to blog on a regular schedule again.
Friday: Great day at the office. I spent some time getting one project done that was pretty critical with our migration and such. I left the office around 530, headed to this Mexican taco stand in Park Slope, picked up dinner, and headed home to "relax" (the term "relax" usually is reserved for people who perform strenuous tasks over a period of time, and then take another period of time to rest from those tasks..... I wonder if work really counts as one of those tasks for me..).
Saturday: Woke up early. Hung around a little, got dressed and headed into town. I'm checking out a place tomorrow up on 3rd Avenue in the high 70's. (Yeah, I'm moving... soon, I hope. Whenever I refer to an apartment I'm looking at or a place I'm seeing, they're all shares with randoms, but it's gotta be better than this hole I live in now). Anyway, I went up to 77th and Lexington, walked over to 3rd and who did I see????? That's right, JASON GIAMBI!!! The big show, so to speak!! He was walking out of his place, which is right around the corner from the place I'm going to see Monday. Naturally I said "That's Jason Giambi" loud enough for him to hear. He turned, said "Hey man, how's it going?" and then got in his big SUV. I screamed at the last minute "Good luck today man!!!"..... Pretty cool!
After walking around up there for a while, I headed down to 64th and 2nd to the movie theater. I saw The DaVinci Code (yes, by myself... first time to the movies on my own, and I have to say, it's pretty much the way to go... more on that another time). The movie was great, and I highly recommend it to anyone who has or has not read the book. I headed back to Brooklyn and met up with my friend Trevor (friend since 7th grade... this guy lives in Williamsburg with his girlfriend, Melissa... they're cool people and I'm lucky to have him as a friend) to play some tennis. This was a good time, but I could NOT get my first serve in at all. However, I did get one in, a nice spinning model, which spun right into his crotch and was blocked only by his hand that happened to be in the area... Oh well, it was a good time, though I lost.
Sunday: Got up, went to the gym. Then I did my laundry. I walked up 7th Avenue in Park Slope to get some incense as I ran out. This was a good time, but I'm not really a fan of the people that come to the neighborhood on the weekends just to "hang out in Brooklyn".... They tend to look at everyone and try to figure out who actually lives here just by how they look. GO HOME.
My dad was supposed to come in for dinner but he got held up. So I decided I'd blog. I'm going to look at some more places this week. I'd like to move June 1. Anyway, I hope you all had good weekends. I hope to blog on a regular schedule again.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
The Far West Side
These past two days, I've been in training (today is day 2) to learn a survey programming tool. Good times. Anyway, this place is located in midtown, between 9th and 10th avenues. I knew such thoroughfares existed, but I never considered that anything actually was over here. Turns out, outside of a few offices (cheap rent) there's really not much at all. Note my 5 or 6 block jaunt just to find a Starbucks (non-existent).
Couple this with another west-side experience: that's right, Noonan's apartment hunting again. I went uptown to 84th and CPW yesterday to take a look at a very small room for not much less than I pay now for a 1 BR in Brooklyn. Turns out, the place was nice and was half a block from the park, but it's just too small. I've often been suspicious of the West side. Turns out, I really just don't like the far West side. Anything along CPW is really nice. I realized, however, that to get the amount of space I have now in that neighborhood, I'd probably be paying close to $4,000 a month. I don't know about you, but the last time I checked, I wasn't raking in $200k a year.
So that's my West side experience. I now know why I stay away from this place.
Coming tomorrow: my experience looking for an apartment on Wall Street.
Couple this with another west-side experience: that's right, Noonan's apartment hunting again. I went uptown to 84th and CPW yesterday to take a look at a very small room for not much less than I pay now for a 1 BR in Brooklyn. Turns out, the place was nice and was half a block from the park, but it's just too small. I've often been suspicious of the West side. Turns out, I really just don't like the far West side. Anything along CPW is really nice. I realized, however, that to get the amount of space I have now in that neighborhood, I'd probably be paying close to $4,000 a month. I don't know about you, but the last time I checked, I wasn't raking in $200k a year.
So that's my West side experience. I now know why I stay away from this place.
Coming tomorrow: my experience looking for an apartment on Wall Street.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Broken-wrist man
I was at the Yankee game last night and witnessed the entire Matsui-breaks-his-wrist-Joe-Torre-sprints-out-to-left incident and man, it sucked. Having broken my wrist myself, I can understand the pain and terror you feel when your hand suddenly doesn't feel connected to your arm........ And I'm going to digress into that story
Freshman year up at Binghamton: I'm drunk. I was headed to my first frat party with my friends and had about 8 beers in me. Obviously lacking the power to reason logically, I decided jumping off this cement block onto a sidewalk about 5 feet below me would be a great idea. Yeah, I landed on my wrist. Looking at my arm sideways, it made a "Z". I'll let that sink in for a minute...... Right, so I ended up in the emergency room, so drunk that I couldn't actually take any pain killers for 6 hours. The "doctor" set my wrist eventually and to this day, something isn't right. If you know me personally, you've seen the disaster that is my left wrist, complete with protruding bone (it's not that bad but it's not cool). To this day, I cannot swing a baseball bat properly. So let's hope Matsui has a better doctor than the ass-clown who "set" my wrist back in place.
Sorry about the streak man. It would have been refreshing to see a REAL baseball player enter the record books without the help of love-organ altering drugs.
Freshman year up at Binghamton: I'm drunk. I was headed to my first frat party with my friends and had about 8 beers in me. Obviously lacking the power to reason logically, I decided jumping off this cement block onto a sidewalk about 5 feet below me would be a great idea. Yeah, I landed on my wrist. Looking at my arm sideways, it made a "Z". I'll let that sink in for a minute...... Right, so I ended up in the emergency room, so drunk that I couldn't actually take any pain killers for 6 hours. The "doctor" set my wrist eventually and to this day, something isn't right. If you know me personally, you've seen the disaster that is my left wrist, complete with protruding bone (it's not that bad but it's not cool). To this day, I cannot swing a baseball bat properly. So let's hope Matsui has a better doctor than the ass-clown who "set" my wrist back in place.
Sorry about the streak man. It would have been refreshing to see a REAL baseball player enter the record books without the help of love-organ altering drugs.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Why blogging sucks
Blogger ate my post. SERIOUSLY.
I'm angry because 1) this takes time and 2) I'm not really that creative to think up a new post. Trying to re-create the old one, forget it. I work with numbers for a reason: there's no creativity necessary. Usually I spend my days NOT being creative and then have this blog as an outlet for the minutiae of creativity that builds up all day. Now, I'm screwed. It's over. This is my post for today. Comment away on how I'm being bitter and how I should write my posts in Word and then transfer. I don't care.
I'm angry because 1) this takes time and 2) I'm not really that creative to think up a new post. Trying to re-create the old one, forget it. I work with numbers for a reason: there's no creativity necessary. Usually I spend my days NOT being creative and then have this blog as an outlet for the minutiae of creativity that builds up all day. Now, I'm screwed. It's over. This is my post for today. Comment away on how I'm being bitter and how I should write my posts in Word and then transfer. I don't care.
Monday, May 08, 2006
The "List" Post
Seeing as Mondays generally tend to suck and don't generate much content, I'm making a list. I suppose this qualifies as a list of favorite things, actions, or anything else I tend to be fond of. So in no particular order (or maybe there is; you figure out the pattern of randomization), I present Noonan's favorites:
1) This glass of wine I'm drinking right now (this is a futile attempt to get "sleepy" and pass out before 2 am so I can go to the gym tomorrow before work).
2) Music: If you took music away from me for an entire day, I'd probably start seizing on the floor. Currently listening to Thursday and Death Cab for Cutie. Polar opposites.
3) This wine is really good.
4) Mud Truck coffee. Wish they were in midtown.
5) Women: Without you, I'd perpetuate in a state of sheer boredom, rather than occasional lapses. No, really, you keep it real.
6) Numbers: I'm a nerd, a numbers nerd at that, but they're cool.
7) Politics
8) Have I mentioned how good this wine is?
9) My blog. Must be on your list too if you're reading this.
10) Spring: It's the only season for me. Summer is hot but not bad sometimes. Fall, well, everything's dying. Winter, seriously, show me the good.
11) This site: Sloganizer. The idea is you enter any words that come to mind (keep it short) and this thing generates slogans! Try it, and don't be a pervert.
12) Here it comes. Noonan sentimentality=1 part wine, 3 parts Noonan, and throw in a dash of Monday; I really like the group of people I've managed to surround myself with recently. I'm talking about work, not work, and everything in between. Most of you read this blog, so, you guys and gals rank up there on my list. Don't forget, there's no particular order here.
13) Even numbers, so there's no way I can end here.
14) That's better. Also, I'm a fan of playing my guitar.
So there's my list. Mind you, this isn't everything, as there are many things that just aren't meant for public consumption, or better yet, aren't meant for public blogging. But yeah, my list post is complete. Probably a pretty crappy list, but hey, this is Noonan's blog. This is no first-rate publication.
1) This glass of wine I'm drinking right now (this is a futile attempt to get "sleepy" and pass out before 2 am so I can go to the gym tomorrow before work).
2) Music: If you took music away from me for an entire day, I'd probably start seizing on the floor. Currently listening to Thursday and Death Cab for Cutie. Polar opposites.
3) This wine is really good.
4) Mud Truck coffee. Wish they were in midtown.
5) Women: Without you, I'd perpetuate in a state of sheer boredom, rather than occasional lapses. No, really, you keep it real.
6) Numbers: I'm a nerd, a numbers nerd at that, but they're cool.
7) Politics
8) Have I mentioned how good this wine is?
9) My blog. Must be on your list too if you're reading this.
10) Spring: It's the only season for me. Summer is hot but not bad sometimes. Fall, well, everything's dying. Winter, seriously, show me the good.
11) This site: Sloganizer. The idea is you enter any words that come to mind (keep it short) and this thing generates slogans! Try it, and don't be a pervert.
12) Here it comes. Noonan sentimentality=1 part wine, 3 parts Noonan, and throw in a dash of Monday; I really like the group of people I've managed to surround myself with recently. I'm talking about work, not work, and everything in between. Most of you read this blog, so, you guys and gals rank up there on my list. Don't forget, there's no particular order here.
13) Even numbers, so there's no way I can end here.
14) That's better. Also, I'm a fan of playing my guitar.
So there's my list. Mind you, this isn't everything, as there are many things that just aren't meant for public consumption, or better yet, aren't meant for public blogging. But yeah, my list post is complete. Probably a pretty crappy list, but hey, this is Noonan's blog. This is no first-rate publication.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Weekends
Last week, I spoke of a weekend cycle I've fallen victim to. So now is when I'm supposed to tell you about the cool events of this weekend that broke that cycle. I'm afraid the rest of this post may disappoint. But sometimes, as I fear some of you may have noticed, I tend to shoot from the hip on this blog, and might surprise myself by the end of the post.... Read on!
I did, despite myself, have a very nice time in Union Square/Chelsea yesterday. A friend and I went to Home Depot (my father refers to this as "Homeless Depot"....... Yeah, he sees the irony too.) where I purchased some items for my apartment. We then headed over to Bed, Bath and Beyond (no name for this from my dad) where I bought some things to lift my bed about 8 inches off the ground. I can't really say why I did that, but it's a neat perspective and I didn't fall out of my bed when I got up this morning, so no harm done.
We then headed over to Union Square, found the "elusive" Mud Truck and had some great coffee. You should check that place out. I've been craving a good cup of coffee for a while. I didn't really want a latte with 500 calories and burnt crap Starbucks in it. Nor did I want street meat vendor coffee. So the Mud Truck hit the spot. I headed home, my friend uptown, and the day was pretty much over. But man, it was a good time, just hanging out, getting some home essentials, enjoying the city, the nice weather. So, maybe I did break the cycle. I did something that I don't usually do, spent some time with cool people (person) and hung out in Union Square for a while. I usually just pass through that hell hole, but spending time in the park part is fun. The wind was blowing the whole time, dispersing flower petals off the trees all over, including in my face. I thought to myself "What a great way to infect people with biochemical weapons" and then I thought "You moron, just enjoy the wind and flowers."
So, a first for Noonan's blog, a weekend post. I feel far less funny today and have no material to convey from the office (a hot-bed of shenanigans). Although, I have posted earlier in the week than Audrey so HA, I'm up first. Enjoy the rest of your weekends. For those of you who love your jobs (like myself), time for a new week. For those of you who don't love your jobs, find a new one. Start being happy. And until you find a new job, spend some time in Union Square with a good friend (or lady friend if the opportunity presents itself) and get some Mud. Enjoy.
I did, despite myself, have a very nice time in Union Square/Chelsea yesterday. A friend and I went to Home Depot (my father refers to this as "Homeless Depot"....... Yeah, he sees the irony too.) where I purchased some items for my apartment. We then headed over to Bed, Bath and Beyond (no name for this from my dad) where I bought some things to lift my bed about 8 inches off the ground. I can't really say why I did that, but it's a neat perspective and I didn't fall out of my bed when I got up this morning, so no harm done.
We then headed over to Union Square, found the "elusive" Mud Truck and had some great coffee. You should check that place out. I've been craving a good cup of coffee for a while. I didn't really want a latte with 500 calories and burnt crap Starbucks in it. Nor did I want street meat vendor coffee. So the Mud Truck hit the spot. I headed home, my friend uptown, and the day was pretty much over. But man, it was a good time, just hanging out, getting some home essentials, enjoying the city, the nice weather. So, maybe I did break the cycle. I did something that I don't usually do, spent some time with cool people (person) and hung out in Union Square for a while. I usually just pass through that hell hole, but spending time in the park part is fun. The wind was blowing the whole time, dispersing flower petals off the trees all over, including in my face. I thought to myself "What a great way to infect people with biochemical weapons" and then I thought "You moron, just enjoy the wind and flowers."
So, a first for Noonan's blog, a weekend post. I feel far less funny today and have no material to convey from the office (a hot-bed of shenanigans). Although, I have posted earlier in the week than Audrey so HA, I'm up first. Enjoy the rest of your weekends. For those of you who love your jobs (like myself), time for a new week. For those of you who don't love your jobs, find a new one. Start being happy. And until you find a new job, spend some time in Union Square with a good friend (or lady friend if the opportunity presents itself) and get some Mud. Enjoy.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Anyone's space
Much a-do about social networking sites these days, so I decided to comment, Noonan style. Having recently ended my academic career (not that recent), I often find myself saying "I wonder what THAT guy is doing" or "Did that jackass I shared an apartment with actually get a job yet?". So, for these reasons, I've joined many a social networking site. Facebook, Friendster, and Myspace have all allowed me to get in touch with friends from the past. But what's the real value here?
After having found such individuals, usually one of us will use the site's messaging service to send a message, with something like this in the body "Hey man, long time no see. What have you been up to? We should get a drink sometime. Hit me back when you get a chance". Fairly innocuous and polite message, but still leaves the option for either individual to decide if they'd like to respond in kind. 90% of the time, the recipient will respond with something like "Dude, awesome that you found me on here. I'm working in NYC and living with (my parents, my roommate, my sexual deviant, etc.). Let's get a beer soon. Here's my cell. Later." All well and good.
But come on. We all know, unless you've kept in touch with this person over the years (and, judging by the fact that you're looking them up on one of these sites, you have not kept in touch), you're not really going to "re-live the old days" or "catch up". You have the friends you do at present for a reason: they're accessible, they don't suck that much (most of the time), or you're hooking up with one of them and she's hot. There's no need to really head back in time and reconnect. (I must say that although I preach this love 'em and leave 'em lifestyle, I have reconnected with many friends: this doesn't apply to you).
So I fail to see the real value of social networking sites, other than if you're friends with really hot girls and you're trying to make your guy friends jealous. "That's right, she's my friend, not yours dude." And yet I remain faithful, checking up on my "friends" daily. Imagine what other productive things I could do with that time. Imagine.
After having found such individuals, usually one of us will use the site's messaging service to send a message, with something like this in the body "Hey man, long time no see. What have you been up to? We should get a drink sometime. Hit me back when you get a chance". Fairly innocuous and polite message, but still leaves the option for either individual to decide if they'd like to respond in kind. 90% of the time, the recipient will respond with something like "Dude, awesome that you found me on here. I'm working in NYC and living with (my parents, my roommate, my sexual deviant, etc.). Let's get a beer soon. Here's my cell. Later." All well and good.
But come on. We all know, unless you've kept in touch with this person over the years (and, judging by the fact that you're looking them up on one of these sites, you have not kept in touch), you're not really going to "re-live the old days" or "catch up". You have the friends you do at present for a reason: they're accessible, they don't suck that much (most of the time), or you're hooking up with one of them and she's hot. There's no need to really head back in time and reconnect. (I must say that although I preach this love 'em and leave 'em lifestyle, I have reconnected with many friends: this doesn't apply to you).
So I fail to see the real value of social networking sites, other than if you're friends with really hot girls and you're trying to make your guy friends jealous. "That's right, she's my friend, not yours dude." And yet I remain faithful, checking up on my "friends" daily. Imagine what other productive things I could do with that time. Imagine.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Why we blog
I was trying to think of something to blog about all morning/beginning of this afternoon and have really turned up with nothing. Then I started thinking about why I blog, and I realized, as one friend has pointed out to me on countless occasions, "Noonan, you LOVE the attention." She's more than right.
I realized that I generally enjoy the company of people. I also enjoy making people laugh; I feel if I haven't made you laugh and I've known you for longer than 5 or 10 minutes, I've not really done a good job at being me. Mind you, I'm not a comedian by trade, and have never thought to myself "Noonan, you're a funny bastard. You should do stand-up." But I'd like to think I'm witty enough to get a chuckle out of folks. So this is one reason I blog.
I also blog to make money. Yeah, that's right, I make money off you people. Thank you, in advance. I should qualify this fact, actually quantify this fact, with the raw numbers: I've made $1.33 over a week and a half. So I'll take y'all out to lunch sometime in the next 3 years when I've made enough off of you. Thanks for clicking my ads, in advance.
The third (is it only 3 so far) reason I blog is for the simple reason that I can. I can add to the filthy, sweaty, stinky pile of consumer-created content on the web. And it's great. You may have your own opinions of my blog, and I welcome those. But I have to admit, the sheer joy I get every time I hit "Publish Post" outweighs any sense of shame I feel for publishing sheer non-sense most of the time.
So that's why I blog. I encourage any of you out there with something to say (or, if you're like me, with NOTHING to say) to give it a shot. This concludes my official "Meta-blog" on this blog.
I realized that I generally enjoy the company of people. I also enjoy making people laugh; I feel if I haven't made you laugh and I've known you for longer than 5 or 10 minutes, I've not really done a good job at being me. Mind you, I'm not a comedian by trade, and have never thought to myself "Noonan, you're a funny bastard. You should do stand-up." But I'd like to think I'm witty enough to get a chuckle out of folks. So this is one reason I blog.
I also blog to make money. Yeah, that's right, I make money off you people. Thank you, in advance. I should qualify this fact, actually quantify this fact, with the raw numbers: I've made $1.33 over a week and a half. So I'll take y'all out to lunch sometime in the next 3 years when I've made enough off of you. Thanks for clicking my ads, in advance.
The third (is it only 3 so far) reason I blog is for the simple reason that I can. I can add to the filthy, sweaty, stinky pile of consumer-created content on the web. And it's great. You may have your own opinions of my blog, and I welcome those. But I have to admit, the sheer joy I get every time I hit "Publish Post" outweighs any sense of shame I feel for publishing sheer non-sense most of the time.
So that's why I blog. I encourage any of you out there with something to say (or, if you're like me, with NOTHING to say) to give it a shot. This concludes my official "Meta-blog" on this blog.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Damon a New Yorker?
For anyone who saw the Yankee game last night, surely we all had expectations as to the type of welcome Johnny Damon would receive from the crowd in Boston. Past precedent (Wade Boggs) indicated that Damon would be welcomed with a chorus of "boo's". But, I thought to myself "Damon's pretty classy and did great things for this team. Maybe they're thankful for all he's done and they'll wish him well." Wow, was I wrong!
Not only was Damon not received warmly, he was downright mistreated. These are fans who had not won a world championship in 86 years and they have NO RESPECT for one of the key members of that championship team. Although he looked like a mountain man for several years, Damon's a pretty sincere guy. He cares about the fans, his teammates and most of all, the game. So to show some class, he tipped his batting helmet toward the Boston dugout, which got some of the crowd to realize that he was a really great player and a great guy. However, after he grounded out, he went back to the Yankee dugout and was visibly shaken.
I'm the last guy to defend a player who switches teams for reasons that appear to be centered around money. But, in this case, the Red Sox really did not make an attempt to keep Damon and the Yankees offered not only more money, but the prospect of CONSISTENT winning as well as a fan-base that has some class.
When Johnny took the field in center, fans started throwing dollar bills, some 20's as well, onto the field, "giving Damon exactly what he wants." As far as I'm concerned, scoop those bills up Johnny, and enjoy a night at the bar on the WORST FANS IN THE WORLD. You deserve it.
Welcome to New York Johnny. We're glad to have you. Thanks for showing the same amount of class up in Boston that we will always show you.
Not only was Damon not received warmly, he was downright mistreated. These are fans who had not won a world championship in 86 years and they have NO RESPECT for one of the key members of that championship team. Although he looked like a mountain man for several years, Damon's a pretty sincere guy. He cares about the fans, his teammates and most of all, the game. So to show some class, he tipped his batting helmet toward the Boston dugout, which got some of the crowd to realize that he was a really great player and a great guy. However, after he grounded out, he went back to the Yankee dugout and was visibly shaken.
I'm the last guy to defend a player who switches teams for reasons that appear to be centered around money. But, in this case, the Red Sox really did not make an attempt to keep Damon and the Yankees offered not only more money, but the prospect of CONSISTENT winning as well as a fan-base that has some class.
When Johnny took the field in center, fans started throwing dollar bills, some 20's as well, onto the field, "giving Damon exactly what he wants." As far as I'm concerned, scoop those bills up Johnny, and enjoy a night at the bar on the WORST FANS IN THE WORLD. You deserve it.
Welcome to New York Johnny. We're glad to have you. Thanks for showing the same amount of class up in Boston that we will always show you.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Weekend Warriors
I'm not sure about everyone else's weekend(s), but I'm noticing a distinct pattern beginning to appear within mine.
My weekends usually start on Thursday night, with some event (this week, it happened to be a Yankees game, followed up by a night filled with little sleep) that inevitably leaves me too tired to think the next day. Friday is usually a struggle; however, in my world/office, Fridays tend to be a joke anyway. So I really didn't need to be on my game, which is good, because, as is typical, my "game" was eluding me.
Friday night began with me heading home, grabbing some dinner and watching TV. Friday night ended with me eating dinner and falling asleep in front of the TV. This may be where the fundamental flaw within my pattern comes to light. The result of this passing out before 11 on a Friday is that I'm awake at 7 am on Saturday. This usually angers me and forces me to sleep more, just because "It's Saturday, I'm supposed to sleep." This Saturday, I decided to get up and go to the gym.
NYSC in Park Slope is never really "crowded", so it was no surprise that at 8 am on Saturday, not a soul was lurking. Anyway, I worked out, went home, ate some lunch, went to the office to do some work, bought some clothes, went home. That was the afternoon; not too bad.
I went out with a friend for dinner at "Dallas BBQ". There are about 20 of these things in the city, so it wasn't exactly haute cuisine, but it was good food, plus cheap beer. I then trekked downtown to Stanton Street to see Big Dictator (Donsky's band: official review= Insane, but good times). I saw a few other bands, met up with Frank, who in general, is sarcastic enough to boost anyone's mood. I broke my glasses, which kind of sucks, so now I look like I need new glasses and am wearing the old one's because I'm too cheap to buy new ones (not too far from the truth).
Sunday was great, other than me waking up at noon, doing laundry (twice: forgot my sheets the first time), taking about 2 hours to get to Target (really love the weekend transportation situation in NYC), and ending with wondering if my living room floor is really sinking further, or if I imagine these things.
So yes, all in all, not a bad weekend, but cyclical. I've done this weekend before, and yeah, it's a good time, but I need to switch it up this coming weekend. Something bold, crazy, maybe get out of town, go to Jersey, somewhere I can get to without a car that's "different".... Any thoughts?
My weekends usually start on Thursday night, with some event (this week, it happened to be a Yankees game, followed up by a night filled with little sleep) that inevitably leaves me too tired to think the next day. Friday is usually a struggle; however, in my world/office, Fridays tend to be a joke anyway. So I really didn't need to be on my game, which is good, because, as is typical, my "game" was eluding me.
Friday night began with me heading home, grabbing some dinner and watching TV. Friday night ended with me eating dinner and falling asleep in front of the TV. This may be where the fundamental flaw within my pattern comes to light. The result of this passing out before 11 on a Friday is that I'm awake at 7 am on Saturday. This usually angers me and forces me to sleep more, just because "It's Saturday, I'm supposed to sleep." This Saturday, I decided to get up and go to the gym.
NYSC in Park Slope is never really "crowded", so it was no surprise that at 8 am on Saturday, not a soul was lurking. Anyway, I worked out, went home, ate some lunch, went to the office to do some work, bought some clothes, went home. That was the afternoon; not too bad.
I went out with a friend for dinner at "Dallas BBQ". There are about 20 of these things in the city, so it wasn't exactly haute cuisine, but it was good food, plus cheap beer. I then trekked downtown to Stanton Street to see Big Dictator (Donsky's band: official review= Insane, but good times). I saw a few other bands, met up with Frank, who in general, is sarcastic enough to boost anyone's mood. I broke my glasses, which kind of sucks, so now I look like I need new glasses and am wearing the old one's because I'm too cheap to buy new ones (not too far from the truth).
Sunday was great, other than me waking up at noon, doing laundry (twice: forgot my sheets the first time), taking about 2 hours to get to Target (really love the weekend transportation situation in NYC), and ending with wondering if my living room floor is really sinking further, or if I imagine these things.
So yes, all in all, not a bad weekend, but cyclical. I've done this weekend before, and yeah, it's a good time, but I need to switch it up this coming weekend. Something bold, crazy, maybe get out of town, go to Jersey, somewhere I can get to without a car that's "different".... Any thoughts?
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