Y'know What's Weird?

I'm at work today, on my way to tidying some stuff up for people. It's a big job.

But that's not what's weird. (Well, that is weird, but I've made some peace with it.)

It's the fact that when I'm on the street, strangers are congratulating me and assuming I feel great, because I'm wearing this:It's some of the strangest emotional disconnect I've ever felt.

Rob

The World Series Bomber What Bombs at the World Series

I was glued to Game Five of the World Series last night, and there was one part that really freaked me out. (Other than the non-ending ending, this is—have we learned nothing from The Sopranos?)

It's raining, and the ground crew is working furiously to spruce up the pitchers mound. The shot is framed looking down on the mound in the center, and a bunch of guys with rakes are spreading moisture-absorbing Science all over the hump. And suddenly, the whole thing explodes.

What it was was the explosive wipe graphic Fox Sports is using to signify a replay. But the way the shot was framed before the graphic rolled, it looked like the pitcher's mound was exploding, taking the ground crew with it.


Seriously, I sat straight up in my seat. I nearly knocked my laptop to the floor.

So to have Game Five be postponed on account of rain—after going through all that—was kind of a letdown. Don't let the sacrifice of the ground grew be in vain. Play ball!

Rob

All. Right.

Rob

Aw, crap.

'Nuff said.

Rob

Mea Culpa

Somehow... and I haven't worked out all the details yet... this blackout was my fault. Must've been. I mean, what's changed? Me watching, is all I can think of.

Um... Sorry?

Hopefully play will resume soon. For now, Kathy gets to watch her Tivo'd Rangers game.

Rob

UPDATE: Back on! Better get my butt downstairs.

I Don't Often Say This, But...

Go Phils!

I'm watchin'.

Rob