Long weekend and I didn’t get enough sleep so I’m Miss Grumpyelle Grumplestiltskin Grumpypants today. Our Braves game got rained out Friday but we’ve mostly decided to all try again when the game gets made up — I’m assuming in July when they play here again. Ash and I already have tickets to that Sunday game so I may be watching a lot of baseball that weekend. I’m just glad the curse of Nats Park (h/t The Coach) was broken yesterday. My dad said the Nats are starting to remind him of the Expos in the 90s. The Braves were the better team but simply could not beat the Expos. Pops said it was likely because they trained with them in the Florida pre-season and mental blocks are hard to overcome. And, while the Nats are a great team, the Braves may have the edge but just have some kind of wall up with them when they face each other. Personally, I think it’s the uniforms. I hate copycats, too, Braves. And trust me, I’m dealing with a bit of that thing right now and it can be disconcerting. So let’s both just remember our strengths and keep our heads in the game…Here’s the situation now.
So, our double header Saturday was interesting. I’ll let the Coach explain:
Thanks to everyone — and I mean EVERYONE — who made it out to the games on Saturday. We had 20 people total show up, including eight girls. Which, needless to say, is a new record for us. We’ve come such a long way from Bailey and Corey literally chasing down female joggers on the Mall and convincing them to play for us so that we don’t forfeit. I appreciate everyone’s flexibility so that we were able to make sure everyone got to play.
We lost a tough game to Vanderbilt, losing by one run while leaving the bases loaded in the 7th. We couldn’t overcome a rough first inning in which we gave up five runs, and our bats couldn’t get going until it was too late. Apparently Vandy has had this game circled on the calendar ever since we came back from eight runs down to knock them out of the tournament a few years ago, because they were playing out of their minds and acted like they’d just come back from eight runs down to knock us out of the tournament. You should’ve seen the looks on their faces when they realized it was a non-division, non-conference game regular season game. They promptly turned around and lost to Auburn. But I digress.
Speaking of Auburn, they weren’t sure what hit them as we pummeled them 12-1 in our best defensive showing since shutting out UC Berkeley in the tournament several years ago. Any game that ends with Marieo playing shortstop is going well.
Our next game is this Thursday against Colorado, and it could be the game that decides the division. So bring your A game. We still need a field saver for it (unless Lynnsey says otherwise), so if you’re not doing anything on Thursday afternoon and can help us out by sitting on the mall while looking intimidating, we would all appreciate it.
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Thanks and Go Dawgs
And I got to shag a fly to end the 2nd game in center-right. I played outfield for a time growing up so it was a nice little reminder of being a kid. Thursday should be interesting.
Let’s see, other things…
An email from a co-worker that is not only hilarious but 100% accurate:
What if The first armed military drone appears over CCP. The staff reacts:
Zac: “The government is here to protect us!”
Sarah: “Oh HEEEELLLL NO”
Allen: “What would Lord Nelson have done?”
Jason: “Ron Paul predicted this…”
Joe: “At last… the mother of all drone wars can begin…”
Susan: “It will be safer at Hard Times. We should go there and take cover.”
Tyler: “No comment”
Julie: “Where did everyone go?”
Moral of the story: We have diversity in the workplace.
Okay look, I’m not bragging, but I totally got hit on by a 23-and-a-half year old Sunday at the pool (yes, he clarified the half. It was simultaneously adorable and disturbing.) In any event, Ash chided me for not taking him up on it later at Arlington Rooftop but I just don’t want to be that lady, ya know? But man it was flattering. His body was sick. I’m just sayin’.
I do not have permission to post this but it cracked me up so here it is. I’ll take it down if there’s a negative consequence. Like Charlie making me listen to all of Obama’s speeches on a Saturday afternoon as punishment.
Okay, Monday linkage:
This made me want to punch something. I rarely hate. But I think I hate these girls. And I think I know them, or at least the flavor of their entitlement. I’m watching it take hold in others who are far too old to go down this road but I suppose we all have to learn in our time or die trying. Anyway, because someone put me in the mind of GK Chesterton this morning, I think a quote of his works well here:
“There is still youth and honour and humour in you; don’t fancy they will last in that trade. Men may keep a sort of level of good, but no man has ever been able to keep on one level of evil. That road goes down and down. The kind man drinks and turns cruel; the frank man kills and lies about it. Many a man I’ve known started like you to be an honest outlaw, a merry robber of the rich, and ended stamped into slime.”
I really need to get my little grill up here. Perhaps when I head home next month I can make that happen.
Those poor unions are so put-upon! Poor precious little bubbies…
Edible poop. No seriously.
Well skin me alive and call me luggage. This is why I personally love science. Not sure why people don’t get that…
Know who else is laying down markers? According to someone I know who’s been looking for work with lobbyists on K Street, they’re actively looking for those with a tendency toward the right side of the political spectrum. Hmmm.
Finally, Ryan Lochte in Vogue. Good Lord but I love a swimmer…