FRS Have The Night Off
So I’m going to too.
Miata Top Transitions since 01/01/05: 270
So I’m going to too.
After several frustrating minutes on hold with Whirlpool I headed over to the internet and scheduled a Tuesday afternoon repair visit for the ailing ice maker.
I’m listening to the FRS playing the White Sox on the web using Chicago’s broadcast, not that other station, that still isn’t coming in worth a tinker’s damn.
Shit, I’ve used cuss words in my blog two nights in a row. Gotta stop doing that, it doesn’t do a damn bit of good and it sounds like hell.
I’ve been reading a series of books about an English Detective Inspector named Frost by a fellow named R. D. Wingfield and being a book about cops, or Bobbies, there is a lot of cussing involved. But they use different words over there, so they don’t sound too bad to my American ears. Maybe I should use sod or bloody and that way nobody will know I’m cussing except for my tiny UK audience.
While I’m reading the books, because DI Frost is described as rumpled, I picture Leo McKern of Rumpole of the Bailey fame in my head. I think if they ever make a movie about these books he would be perfect for the role, except he is probably too old now.*
Will trades in his hybrid for a car as close to an X-Wing Fighter as you can get in this century or galaxy: Red Five.
Maybe Will will use one the pictures of his new car for his entry for Photo Friday challenge of Attractive. I know I’ll probably use a picture of the Miata for entry, but right now I have nothing new. Tomorrow after I give it a bath will be another story though.
Decided to go ahead and wash the car. I couldn’t use the excuse that it might rain anymore, I’ve used it for the past week or so, and the weather forecast was for more of the same for the next tens days…
I knew I shouldn’t have watched the game. The FRS lost to the Yankees tonight on ESPN. They lost on Thursday as I watched on ESPN2 and then they lost Saturday afternoon on FOX with me on the couch. The Sox won big, 17-1, on Friday when they weren’t on TV, I didn’t even listen. So I shouldn’t have watched them on TV tonight, they probably would have won the game.
The only thing that saved the night was right after the game I found TDPM playing and it was only an hour in. 🙂
Barbossa: Why thank ye, Jack.
Jack Sparrow: You’re welcome.
Barbossa: Oh, not you. We named the monkey Jack.
Watching the FRS and the Yankees play in a window in the corner of the screen. Baseball coverage used to consist of two or maybe three guys in a both calling the action and filling the lulls between action with esoteric stats like, a player’s batting average with runners on 1st and 3rd with 2 outs or less in a two run game against a left handed pitcher. Then we graduated to adding a sideline reporter, usually an ex-player, that they can cut away to for updates or human interest stuff. Now a days, especially for TV, the ex-jock has been replaced by a pretty female face. I’m not saying these women aren’t qualified or are unknowledgable, but being attractive is definitely high on the hiring requirement checklist. The last step will be to let these women have traditionally female names. The lovely talking head for FOX is named Sam Something or other and for ESPN (tonight’s TV outlet) we have Erin Andrews.
Hey, wait a minute I recognize that name. I actually blogged about her back a couple of years ago when she was a back in the studio score reader for TBS. I guess sideline reporting for ESPN is a step up…
But don’t say Millar. I’ve stopped bitching about the audio quality of the WEEI broadcasts on MLB.com. I’ve just been listening and putting up with it. So tonight, when I found out the Red Sox would be on ESPN, I was excited. It was a 2 to 1 game in the 5th inning with Baltimore ahead, but the Red Sox had the basses loaded when all of a sudden the picture froze and we were back at the studio with some guy named Wingo apologizing. Damn. I ran into the computer and fired up the radio only to find out that Trot Nixon got picked off at second base to end the inning.
When they came back we were watching the NESN broadcast because ESPN couldn’t solve their problem. The audio volume was all over the place, up, down, up. Man, I could get this crap on the radio. After the next break we went back to the ESPN broadcast but both the audio and video was erratic. I gave up and came back to the computer. The Orioles scored another in the bottom of the 6th making 3 to 1. When the radio came back from the inning break, they were rolling out the tarp. It had been raining lightly, but steadily, since the first inning, so water was starting to build up. More than like the game will be called and the Orioles will be the winners.
The FRS started this 4 game series with the Orioles 4 games ahead of them in the standings, if they lose all 4 games they will be tied in the standings. The Damn Yankees are only 4-1/2 back and after the All-Star break we play 4 at Fenway against the Bronx Bombers. The AL East race is tightening up.
I ordered a shirt from my new Camp Mazdamiata collection in the Life of Brian Stuff store. I bought the yellow one with a logo on the front and “Driving Instructor” on the back. You should get one too. If you order today you might get it in time for Miatas at the Gap IX on the last weekend in July and if you order one before July 14th you can also get $3 off by using this coupon code: LOLSAV
The FRS are on ESPN2 tonight, so I’ll be swapping back and forth between the game and the marathon. Man, I just loved John Goodman as the acting President when Zoe got kidnapped.
Even though I tried to be obtuse enough in Sunday’s post – there was big doings elsewhere that I can’t talk about for fear of jinxing it (hint: American League East.) – the baseball gods saw right through me. The FRS lost last night and the damn Yankees won…
That is what I get for blogging early. Late last night a trip to the grocery store was required and because of the rainy weather in the area that meant down to the store up while inside and down for the ride home. The ride home was slightly damp too because it started sprinkling half way back, but not hard enough to scare us.