ya gotta believe

NY Mets 2006 NL East Champions!!

I believe in the church of baseball. I've tried all the major religions and most of the minor ones.I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic's rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I learned that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there's no guilt in baseball. And it's never boring, which makes it like sex...It's a long season and you gotta trust it. I've tried them all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the church of baseball - Annie Savoy Bull Durham

photo credits: George Eastman House/ Lewis Hine as used in Baseball: An Illustrated History. Ward, Geoffrey C. and Burns, Ken. NY: Knopf, 1994. 103.

December 26, 2004

something fishy this way comes

tank is set up. levels all test fine. nice man at fish store said 24 hours. so...

we are off to pick up two of these.

then off to the music store for necessary "cool guy" accessories to the guitar.

then? nothing! holy hannah. nothing! no tests, no schedules, no stress, just a little post christmas "where did we think we were going to put all this stuff?" house rearranging.

oh, and i hear we may even see some snow this afternoon. bring it on. we are fully stocked with snacks, hot chocolate and DVDs. a little snow would be perfect.

and because i know that you are all missing my annual holiday description of crack ho niece...

while my other niece was dressed in some new holiday gear...fairly cute and teenager-ish. (sooo glad i don't have girls!!) in struts crack ho niece. hair dyed an interesting magenta and then slicked back so tight her eyes were tearing (that might have been the visine). humongous hoop earrings, her name (in case she forgets, which seems likely) in a heavy necklace hanging from her neck. a sweatshirt jacket that came almost to her ankles, tags still on, of course, wrapped around a see through t-shirt. my favorite new accessory...the one inch thick silver chain that holds her new cell phone around her neck. stunning. really.

magic moments with CHN:

"i don't eat no pork, it's bad fo you body, yo."

(this while smoking and discussing the fact that she was heading out after christmas dinner to a go-go bar so 'score some E' and hoped no one would ruin her high tonight like last night with that holiday crap)

and my favorite:
the conversation on the shiny cell phone where CHN switches into some form of conversation that is an interesting blend of faux formality and ebonics. combine this with the fact that she dropped the pitch of her voice by almost an octave and adopted an accent that i can't quiet place. yes, the annual xmas threatening of the neighborhood bitches...it wouldn't quite be xmas without it!

scariest moment:

"yo unca jim, those boys is just like me when i was a youth. man, i member bein just like dat."

all in all, it was a tame holiday since CHN needed to get going to her previously scheduled engagement. she did however, invite us to her birthday in sept where she will be "legally begally" and get wicked mad drunk yo so everyone best bring their own. that should be fun, yes?

at least it's a good lesson for the boys in "we told you so!" see what happens to kids who don't listen?!

on edit:

when handing c the generic gift ceritificate for scary nieces...he has to come back in to ask which one is which. thankfully, he doesn't even know them well enough to know their names. he just calls them "the good one" and "the bad one."

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