Bring on the Metropolitans

Its been quite a week. I had, count 'em, three tests this past Monday all during an amazing makeshift fall break.

The following I feel is sweet...

Playoff Baseball. For now at least. I was outspoken about not watching baseball for a year if the Cardinals completed their historic collapse and although its unreliable to say this now, I was serious too. I am still a little worried that I'm fighting the inevitable though. Here is my beef - if I was so ready and emotionally committed to leaving baseball for a year, then will the Cardinals winning the World Series actually erase that? Will anything erase the sweep? Honestly, I don't think so. Although I'm still not saying that 100%, I am as close to believing it as I can imagine. As of right this instance though, I'm happy. I'm happy I can watch baseball every night if I choose and twice on some days. I'm happy that even after Carpenter walked in a run, I still believed he would get out of it. I'm happy Jimmy is hitting and so is Me Encarnacion. This leads me into my next subject that without a single doubt in my mind deserves its own section.

Ronnie Belliard. I loved Ronnie on the Indians the moment Adam introduced me to him and I have actually been following him fairly closely ever since. He is easily my favorite player on the Cardinals. Let me qualify that. I love appreciating everything he does. He plays on the outfield grass. He actually plays so far back for some hitters, its borderline disrespectful to the game. I love it. I love that I can tell when he's trying to go yard as well. 1st and 3rd, one out? What's that Ronnie? You just swung so hard you fell over, then when the camera zoomed in on your face you wore an expression that said, "I'm slightly annoyed at the notion of baseballs being thrown in my direction." Wherever you are Ronnie, I love you.

Touching Boobs - The Childhood Dream. I'm not trying to be lewd here so you can honestly keep reading. I was looking back on my childhood the other day with Adam and Jason and I realized something that was absolutely fascinating. I believe that around the 7th grade every male wants to touch them. The only problem was, as kids, what were we actually thinking we were going to do. Whether you are a guy or a girl, seriously stop right now and think what the plan was once you allowed or were allowed to accomplish such a goal. I mean, this feat had, and still has, its own "base." Thinking about that made me realize how insanely silly my childhood dream of touching boobs was. I am certainly not implying that it wasn't fun or completely appropriate, I just think things like that during childhood are amazing.

Would it make any sense now to stop at second? If anyone has heard their friend say, "Ya I made it to second. Phew, finally. I thought it was never going to happen." Absolutely not. Nowadays you don't stop at second, you get thrown out at second. The line reads, 1-3, single, CS. Its happened to me. That's right, not even that long ago. You know, whatev

Comedy Central Picking Up Scrubs. The show is great. Not only that, its perfect for Comedy Central. It started as one of those shows that was good, but clearly not ready for primetime on a big network as its audience is fairly specific. So it didn't work out on NBC or whatever network it was on originally but from what I've seen so far, it's working very well on Comedy Central. This leads me right into what

I feel is lame...

Comedy Central and Mad TV. Does anyone watch Mad TV??? Seriously, I've given it a fair chance, the show is just absolutely terrible. It's on Comedy Central for around... 16 hours a day too. What the myunk is up with that? Somebody needs to lose their job over this. How is Mad TV actually still being shown. Its probably as funny as Carlos Mencia.

Talks of Trading A-Rod/Firing Joe Torre. Have I gone crazy? Did I just read on Espn after the Yankees lost that Joe Torre was going to be fired? Well order appears to have restored itself somewhat today as the rumor has been lifted. Still, A-Rod trade rumors still fly. I'm not getting into the argument, I'm really not. All I know is that with so much hate in the air, Adam and I have decided to become the biggest Alex Rodriguez fans out there. Keep hating, we don't care, we love him. Not only that, we love him as much as you hate him. So the more you hate, the more we love.

I'm not ready to talk about...

So called "Tone" and his video taped escapades, Women's shirt sizes.