nba musings

In the words of Nancy Kerrigan…

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!

Cod damn it!

A few thoughts on a Friday night…

• Have I been smoking what Mario Chalmers & Darrell Arthur deny they’re puffing on or did Chad Johnson really change his motherfracking last name to Ocho Cinco? Who does that? Can you imagine Tom Brady announcing that he’ll now be referred to as “Tom Uno Dos”? No, because he isn’t batshrimp crazy… but somehow Chad gets a pass because it’s just “Chad being Chad”. Actually, I don’t care because I like Chad. He’s an attention-whore, but at least he’s not boring.
• Josh Beckett is back BABY! Stone cold assassin on the mound is back in business. Look out bitches!
• I might have to start calling Jason Bay and Jed Lowrie “Mary-Kate and Ashley” because I can’t tell them apart.
• They just panned the crowd in Texas and I can’t believe how many Red Sox fans are there. Looks like Baltimore. Red Sox Nation represents.
• How Okajima can turn an 8-0 game into a nailbiter is beyond me, but he manages it.
• I am not fluent in nerd, so this is new to me… apparently “frak” is a faux curse from Battlestar Galactica. I can assure you that my faux curse - ”frack” – is a completely different word all together. Notice the “c”.

The Giants looked good last night. Bitches.

I’m working from home today and on the tube in the background is ESPN2. I suffered through two Nascar practices waiting for First Take to come on. When it finally comes on, it turns out the guest yacker today is Stephen A. Smith. Interesting. I think I’m one of the two people in the world (me and Stephen A’s mama) who actually liked his show (“This is my house… but you’re welcome any time.”) before it got shrimpcanned. SAS and Skip Bayless are talking about Tom Brady’s foot. Bayless thinks it’s fishy that Belichick took Brady off the injury report list (for the first time since 2005). SAS thinks if Brady really is hurt, he wouldn’t be playing in the upcoming Chiefs game.

All this talk about Brady is making me jumpy.

Tonight I’m watching a rerun on NESN of today’s uber fantastic Red Sox win (SWEEP! Finally!) against the Orioles. I picked up my sister at the train station after work and she gave me the whole rundown since they were watching the game there in the waiting area. Pedroia had another big game. What a little dynamo! The triple from Kotsay was very Pedroia-esque too… the way he managed to *find* an outside pitch and nail it. I think his brilliance is rubbing off on the others. Keep it up baby! Ride this hot streak all the way to the playoffs. Giddyup!

Patriots play the Chiefs on Sunday. I’m already marking that as a great big W. I’m cocky like that.

I’m happy the NFL is back, but I’m totally jonesing for the NBA to come back too. I bought a Celtics pen that glows a logo on the wall when you push a button on it. The most useless thing ever and I absolutely LOVE it. I’d bring it to work, but then I’d have to attach a chain and bowling ball to it to make sure nobody borrows it and forgets to bring it back. I’m that attached to it.

I’m missing tonight’s Red Sox game because I got totally sucked into watching Million Dollar Listing on Bravo. The score as I write this is 10-1 though, so it doesn’t look like they need me anyway. Gotta love those lopsided games. I don’t know why I can’t tear myself away from this show. Normally real estate is about as interesting as mud, but for some reason reasonably decent looking guys selling million dollar LA cribs is watchable. Who knew?

So on PTI today, the topic came up of Ozzie Guillen (aka “White Sox Manager whats-his-face”) talking smack about Dustin Pedroia:

“I never thought I’d walk a jockey. I must be the worst manager ever in the history of baseball right now, walking a guy that just came from being on top of Big Brown to beat the White Sox.” 

Haha. Yes Ozzie, you are in fact the worst manager ever in the history of baseball. But on a serious note, come on now, Pedroia isn’t that short. He’s shorter than most, but stop acting like it’s Verne Troyer up at bat. You’re going to give the dude a complex. Oh wait, he’s kicking the shrimp out of everyone… he probably doesn’t care!  [Oops on the shrimp pun. Total coinkydink, I pinkyswear.]