The Hard Part

Let me start this with a quote:

"It's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard... is what makes it great." -
Jimmy Dugan (A League of Their Own)

So to my reason to post - Last night we played an 11U game in another town. I was dog-dead tired but looking forward to the game. We played the best we had (we lost 20-6 the week before while YSSS and I were away); but we lost. Final was 12-7. We were actually leading 7-5 when we had a bit of a meltdown in the field. An out that should have been wasn't. And then the kid playing 3B basically hung his head, made another bad play and decided crying was his defense mechanism. Which got him a benching. Which leads me to another quote (actually an exchange):
Jimmy Dugan: Evelyn, could you come here for a second? Which team do you play for?
Evelyn Gardner: Well, I'm a Peach.
Jimmy Dugan: Well I was just wonderin' why you would throw home when we got a two-run lead. You let the tying run get on second base and we lost the lead because of you. Start using your head. That's the lump that's three feet above your ass.
[Evelyn starts to cry]
Jimmy Dugan: Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There's no crying! THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!
Doris Murphy: Why don't you give her a break, Jimmy...
Jimmy Dugan: Oh, you zip it, Doris! Rogers Hornsby was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pigshit.
And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game. And did I cry?
Evelyn Gardner: No, no, no.
Jimmy Dugan: Yeah! NO. And do you know why?
Evelyn Gardner: No...
Jimmy Dugan: Because there's no crying in baseball. THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! No crying!

Words to live by Jimmy.

The United Sucks Post

In case you did not know, United merged/bought/swallowed Continental, the go-to airline out of NJ. My experience with United was this: about 7 years ago I flew United to Minneapolis for a business trip. They lost my luggage. Actually, somebody took my luggage. When the person found out, they called United they picked up wrong bag. United "couldn't go get the bag that late", it was about 10PM. So I had to deal with idiots and finaly got my bag about 16 hours later.

Monday I fly out of EWR. I was of Elite status (thought I was not). Sweet. Four days later, I am not elite. As a mater of fact I was basically made to feel like I was barely a customer.

Instead of boarding back of plane first after the upper crust gets on, they use "zones" I was about 1/3 of the way back, but in the last zone. Needless to say it took forever to get on. I would say boarding took an additional 20 minutes this way.

Since everybody carries on their bags (except me), they all use the overhead compartment. I had my laptop bag. The flight attendant/waiter told me to "put it under my seat". I would, but I can't fly five hours with my knees to my chest, Sparky.

I got the priveledge of being in a row in front of an exit row. Which means my seat can't recline. But the dolt in front of me could, with their headrest basically in my lap.

OK - since most people no longer check their luggage; then why does it take 40 minutes to get my bags at baggage claim?

Enough for now.

Airport Waiting

Here I sit at McCarron, awaiting my redeye. It's 7:25PM Vegas time...got another 3 hrs until takeoff.

Can't wait to get home and see my family. Hopefully I land early so I can drive the 25 miles or so and get home before the Sons of SoulSlam go to school.

How about those Mets?

Sin City

That's what they call it...to me it's little more than being an indoor prisoner. Breathing the air of a million nicotine-addled creatures. I need to get outside!


Did find a sweet 'Alan from the Hangover' bobble head in a gift shop. Saw it as two women were screaming FU at each other. They looked happy.

Three Hours Behind

I'm in Vegas...for the job.

Been up for hours. Can't sleep.

Thanks a lot, Bin Laden.

Happy Easter

Have a Happy Easter townsfolk.

Heading to Vegas for work this week. I'll try to update.

Gonna use every line from The Hangover I can remember.

April

Is here. Whoa.