(for those of you who haven't met her, Beth looks 32, 33 TOPS. whiner)

New Natter! Yay.

maybe i can keep up this time...

hey everyone! been a while since i stepped foot in natter.

Handsome thread. Saved me from the monsters!.

It's still snowing. There's a couple inches on the ground.

About halfway into Josh's hitting, he hit a soft grounder to the second baseman, Noah. Noah has a strong arm, but it's a little erratic. Emmett booked down the line, got to first, looked up, and took the ball square in the face.

The real question is why the first baseman failed to catch a head high throw right to the base. I don't think this was Noah's fault at all.

Ah, new thread smell.

Extended rant about first world problems; please bear with me.

I get home last night with my car (which I drove to the train since no one seemed to know when the precipitation would start) and, for the first time since I moved into my new place, there’s someone parked in front of my building. This wouldn’t be an issue, but this asshat’s midsize is parked badly, so I can’t pull in behind him, and I have to squeeze in really carefully to not be blocking my landlord’s driveway in any way. I don’t have a space, except during a snow emergency, when I can pull in behind my landlord (that’s in my lease, which is cool). Now, despite the fact that nothing is coming down, there IS a snow emergency (we’ve got flashing blue lights around Salem that tell us so), but I’d rather not park as such until I’m about to go to bed because I block him in. Plus, if I we don’t get any snow, I don’t necessarily want to deal with the car in the morning, and either way I will have to if I pull into the driveway. So, fine, I deal and back in front of the midsize.

At this point, I suspected this was the car I’d been seeing in front of the house next door, and I think is owned by an old guy, Mr. Surly MacXenophobe who’s been giving me the stinkeye since I started moving in (seriously – every time I was moving a load of stuff over from my old place, I’d catch him peeking out the front door with a fish-eyed glare of suspicion and then he’d slam it and lock it loudly, just like in a western or something). My guess would be that he didn’t have a spot in the driveway either (maybe he’s just a tenant like me), and wanted to get his car out from in front of his building so the plow would dig out his space for him, and he’d just have to move his. Pretty cheesy, I thought, but I ran into my landlord who said he didn’t recognize the care. he doesn’t strike me as Mr. Observant, though. Whatever – annoying, but I’m parked.

So, around 10:30, I figure I’ve got to decide if I’m pulling in or not. The weather channels is now saying 5 to 8 inches tonight, another 2 to 4 in the morning, with an 80% chance of snow on both. Cripes, not again. So I pull in before watching the Daily Show and then go to bed.

Cut to this morning, and we’ve gotten barely a dusting, plus it isn’t even cold enough to freeze anything on the windshield. I get up, and decide to move the car out before my shower because either we’re not getting it, or if it still looks unpromising I’ll drive to the train again. I go out, and sometime after I pulled into the driveway, this pigfucker with the mid-size has moved his car. It’s facing the other direction, and now there’s no room in front of him to park anymore. Granted, it looks like there MIGHT be just enough room behind him instead, but he couldn’t have been more positioned to keep another car out of there if he’d been trying. Again, whatev – I park, go take a shower, get ready for work and then drive to the train.

So, am I being paranoid to think that this ass clown is doing this deliberately? If it’s the guy next door, and not some random moron trying to get off the main road (where they definitely will tow you), I’ve got to think so.

As I said, first world problems, and I probably just should be happy we didn’t get the predicted snow, but I’ve never better understood the territorial pissings that go on in Southie over parking than I do this morning. Anyway, thanks for indulging me.

Ooh, and I'll take 50.

Posting my age.

The real question is why the first baseman failed to catch a head high throw right to the base. It don't think this was Noah's fault at all.

Yeah, we had one of our worst fielders at first for this play. It all came together like a nightmarish ballet. Nothing more sickening than watching a baseball go inside the batting helmet. (Barring Joe Thiesman.) I woke up at 4:00am stressed out. My stomach's so tight I can't sleep. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Sorry about your assclown, Frank.

Oh, and having caught up with the rest of the old thread - {{{Emmett}}}. Massive healing and lack-of-pain-during-whatever-procedures-ma.