On to Phase 2With us having completed the regular season in the MAAC
and finishing as the #1 seed for next weeks MAAC Tournament in Trenton, NJ (at the home of Yankees' AA affiliate
Trenton Thunder), today is a day off. I can't really say it's much needed since the rain earlier in the week coupled with commencement setup in the gym meant that we had two days off from practice (Monday, Tuesday) but it certainly isn't something I'm complaining about.
We had a game Friday and two Saturday with Iona, who always plays us tough, but took care of business and hopefully built up some momentum going into the four team playoff. With the sweep, our regular season record is 21-2 in MAAC games (31-17 overall). A pretty good year by any standards, but it really means nothing without some hardware at the end.
And that hardware is the MAAC Championship ring.
The dogpile after the final out is recorded in the clinching game - that feeling (although I never experienced it as a player since our teams were slightly above average with talent and champions of boozing) was something I cannot explain. It makes all the shitty practices at 6am in January with snow on the ground worth it. It makes taking out and putting up the outfield fence (yes, we might be the only team in DI baseball that does this) worth it. It makes not having music or a National Anthem (definitely the only school in the country not allowed to play it because the parks woman in charge is a complete piece of shit bitch) a little more tolerable. But more importantly, it's something the players will never, ever forget.
We have a solid core of seniors, and for them, this is everything. I just hope the rest of the guys realize what these four seniors have done for this program (almost 1,000 hits combined in 4 years) and play with a little pride for them (and themselves). The most important thing though, is staying loose. Remain focused on what it is we're there to do - win the whole fucking thing! (to quote the legendary Jake Taylor from
Major League). But we gotta stay loose, play loose, have fun, and just do what we've managed to do all year - win.
We just gotta go out there and do it. Believe in ourselves. Trust one another. And throw strikes and get good performances from our starting pitching. When we go to the bullpen, we need tough SOB's coming into the game to get outs. We need to scratch across runs anyway possible. Solid defense needs to be paramount as well.
I can wax poetic about this and that and what everyone needs to do but in the end it comes down to one thing: who wants it the most?
I'd like to think it's us.
Lindsay's Night OutLast night was her first away from Nolan. With me at a doubleheader until
5:30pm, my parents were nice enough to come in and help look after N & N while Lindsay got ready to go out for her friend Rosie's bachelorette party.
She opted for the dinner portion of the party so she drove into the city to meet up with the girls. She had some champagne and a glass of vino at dinner (at some Greek place on 60th) and got back to the apartment around 10:30pm.
She had hangar steak, something I don't think I've ever seen her order at any point since we've known one another. She
never gets steak, but hey, I guess a baby makes you crave different things.
Overall she said she had a great time seeing everyone. The next time we'll see them all is at the wedding in Syracuse sometime in June. Jesse and Julia will be traveling with us to take care of the little man while we head to the wedding.
Should be a cramped 5-hour ride to the Cuse.
Tiny Zoo (for iPad)This game is seriously a safe version of crack. The premise is simple - build the best virtual zoo ever!
And I am well on my way. Call me a loser, go ahead - but you're a loser too because you're definitely checking it out right now.
I've got African elephants, jackrabbits, black bears, chimps, Indian rhino, red panda, an ocelot, cheetah, butterflies, and even a mustang. I got plenty of shops and food vendors to keep my loyal customers happy.
I am currently waiting for the second expansion of my zoo to be completed (ETA 17h 50m) before I can add some more badass animals.
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Seriously though, this game is like crack. Remember FarmVille for Facebook? This is that times 1,285. At least.
Pickup FootballThere's a park behind my building where all sorts of crazy shit goes on (see previous posts about boy's softball) but right now, there's a pantheon of men (some young, some with a full head of white hair) playing pickup football. Maybe they're hoping to get picked up if the NFL is looking for replacement players. They scream, hoot, and holler - and part of me wants to join the game, but I think I'd be a little too intense for the older guys out there. I might be compelled to put on on his ass (yes, even though it
is two-hand touch).
Sunday mornings year round is football in Riverdale. There's some yarmulkes (pronouced: YAH-ma-ka) out there too - I think they know they'll never make it the NFL as a player (however, as an owner, they might have their day).
NY Giants QB Sage Rosenfels gives them a little glimmer of hope, though. After doing a but of research - read: Googling "Jews in the NFL", the results indicate there are quite a few Jews in the NFL (
here's a list). Pretty surprising names on this list - and a lot don't even sound Jewish. I mean San Diego's long snapper
David Binn (apparently Jewish) used to date Pamela Anderson for shit's sake! Binn there, done that - like most of Hollywood.
Mazel tov!
OK. Nolan's been sleeping in his lamb swing while I've been sitting next to him writing this post and he's finally starting to stir, so I am gonna get going. Lindsay is feeling a little worn down lately, so she's still in bed (it's 9:33am, practically a hibernation on a baby's clock) so she is trying to recuperate a little bit. It wears me out so I can imagine how it must kick her ass - home all day with the dog and the baby. She enjoys it immensely, I know she does - but that doesn't mean she doesn't get worn out. I am sure she'll read this when she wakes up - hopefully feeling a little better.
Til next time knuckleheads.
