Fever Pitch

Ok.. 4 Posts in 48 hours this is it for at least a little while...

Today was going to be an uneventful day but it turned out to be quite productive. I got up like at 6 cuz I forgot to turn my alarm off Friday night and slept through it Saturday in my drunken assedness (new word for you).

So I sat around on the computer, wrote in my blog, and sat around up until around noon. Then I showered and headed over to the Cage, where I had lunch and watched the Sox on the big screen. Not a good showing. Clement looked like he was struggling with his control, but he didn't do too bad. Just didn't get the run support he needed. In the 8th inning these dudes offered to buy me a beer if I'd let them watch golf on the big screen and put the Sox on all the smaller TVs. Well, since it is April, and they were playing the Blue Jays (and losing) it was a win win scenario for me. I accepted.

The first barmaid kept bothering me while I was trying to watch the game. She was nothing fun to look at. So I ended up telling her "as long as the game is on, if you ever see my glass empty, come and fill it with beer, don't ask". She followed those instructions and I tipped her well. The 2nd barmaid is there fairly often. She's much better looking, but has a bit of a peculiar look to her. I was having trouble placing it until today. If my cousin Dan had longer hair, weighed 110lbs and had a gigantic rack that hung down to his stomach, he would look exactly like her. Except she'd still be female and more fun to look at as a result.

After all that excitement, I had a decent buzz on. I decided to head over to the Cinemas Guzzo to catch Fever Pitch. I figured I'd be the only guy there by myself but I wasn't. The lone dudes there were either from Massachusetts, had a good plan to meet girlies or were gay. Judging from what I saw, you could probably rule out the first two. Someone yakked during the previous showing. The whole theater wreaked of stomach butter. It was nasty. Luckily, I had just gotten out of a bar and wreaked of tobacco and booze so I buried my nose in my shirt and was ok.

There was a group of 6 18-20 year old girls who were accompanied by an Eldredian God (some 40+ year old pervert. Good man). I was making conversation with and playing the game at first. That was until they laughed at Tony Conigliaro. Jimmy Fallon had the cover of Sports Illustrated with Tony on his dresser. These chicks thought it was funny. Not appropriate. I was seriously disenchanted. In fact, in retrospect, half the stuff they were laughing at, they had no idea. Like, what its like to be on Landsdown Street, eating a hot sausage grinder. In fact, they have no idea what a grinder is. They also laughed at a part where Drew Barrymore commented about the Tobin Bridge. Ummm hmmm. I dunno. The whole thing struck a bad chord with me. Not cool.

The movie over all was pretty good. The one part that seemed kind of farfetched was where Jimmy Fallon was ready to sell his season tickets just to be with Drew Barrymore. Now, Drew Barrymore isn't bad. She has that cokewhoreishness (another new word for some of you) about her that most of us like, but come on... A lifetime of season tickets for that? No way Jose. Sorry. The guys that made the movie know their shit though. Finishing the movie off with "The Parade" and Tessie playing was pretty cool. Good stuff. I'll see it again and probably add it to "The DVD Collection" once its available.

That's my update. C ya...