I however am shouting "Hit A-Rod in the head".

You're pretty hardcore.

When Ichiro hit a single in his last at bat JZ and I looked at each other and said, "Yay?" Which was sort of appropriate since he got picked off.

When Ichiro hit a single in his last at bat JZ and I looked at each other and said, "Yay?" Which was sort of appropriate since he got picked off.

Hey! That was a 2-run single. Ichiro may play for the Mariners, but he's the man.

The Nationals beat the Mariners in the one game I've seen at RFK. I'm ingnorant, in the most complete sense, to the workings of baseball...so forgive the question. Why do the Mariners suck?

Emmett: "I can't believe I'm rooting for A-Rod to score. A-Rod sucks! But I want him to score."

Once again, baseball teaches important life lessons. All through life, you're forced by circumstances to root for people who suck.

You're pretty hardcore.

Yup, I sometimes even scare Dave, but I am the most hardcore in my hate for A-Rod. Can't stand him since he hit that ball out of Arroyo's hand.

Hey! That was a 2-run single. Ichiro may play for the Mariners, but he's the man.

Indeed he is. Don't mistake the question mark for a lack of endorsement. It was more of an Annabel shout out.

Why do the Mariners suck?

There are blogs upon blogs devoted to that question. DH could probably answer it better than I and he's out with his fantasy league peeps, but....

1. Ownership tried to hang onto aging core too long after magical 2001 season.
2. Bad luck with pitchers--all of our stellar prospects keep getting hurt.
3. Stupid, stupid personnel moves. (Sure wish we still had Carlos Guillen.)
4. We only have the one Ichiro.

DH thinks we could contend again as early as next year, because we'll finally be in a position to offload some salary commitments and rebuild properly, but that's contingent on Bill Bavasi being smart, and I don't think he's capable of that.

ION, after Ichiro's hit I decided to switch to Tivo and catch up on some Doctor Who. I keep putting off watching the rest because (spoiler font for the heck of it) I doubt I'll like the Tenth doctor one trillionth as much as the Ninth, so I'm trying to stretch the episodes out as long as I can so I can pretend Hot!Doctor isn't going away so soon. Anyway, I think the time has come to be careful about what grown-up TV I watch in front of Annabel. She's definitely responding to the emotional cues onscreen. When the characters are frightened or angry, she looks to me for reassurance, and she probably doesn't need that kind of stimulation on a regular basis. Though it was cute in the end when some of the characters were being really exuberant with the happy ending and she was jumping and cheering right along with them.

Oh, how I suck. Let me count the ways... The latest? Emily thinks she's coming home to one of her favorite dinners. I, unfortuantely, have decided that the chili, the key ingredient in chili-baked potatoes, is no longer any good. So, I've ordered pizza as I am too exhausted to think about making anything else for dinner.

I don't worry this much about feeding my husband and children, and there's blood, vows, and legal responsibility involved, in addition to love.

Yup, I sometimes even scare Dave, but I am the most hardcore in my hate for A-Rod. Can't stand him since he hit that ball out of Arroyo's hand.

I ♥ you, sj. Your Red Sox love is so pure. A-Rod mockage is great sport in our home. You'd like it here.

Had craptastic afternoon at work. Literally was yelling with coworker who is not really expendable to the company. But, damn, he is just a jack ass and I hit my limit.

I really, really wasn't wrong. As opposed to my usual MustBeRightness, I actually just simply wasn't wrong this time.

Then I sat in a dark room, rocking silently for about five minutes after because I was so upset.

And I am, frankly, just bitching here.

Drawing a nice hot bath, took meds for the stress headache that isn't really surprising, watching old Buffy eps, going to bed... This concludes the night of Cass.

I skimmed: ((Buffistas who need))

Can't stand him since he hit that ball out of Arroyo's hand.

Wrod. Nobody better mess with my boy! 'Specially that jackass.