Tis been a busy week, my friends -- with the holiday coming up right quick, you'd be surprised how little time there is in a day to get everything done. Why, I'd much prefer watching old Beatles videos, but there will be plenty of time for that over the break. For now, it's work work work. And holiday parties. In fact -- you can see some nice ol' pics on Flickr from a fantabulous party we recently attended with some of our pals from Stonehill College, Hydro's al-ma-mater.
But, speaking of work -- let me tell you a little story that I heard there. A gentleman I know thru the office, his name is Paddy. Paddy has a friend who works in concrete. We'll call him 'Bernie'. Well, Bernie's been working on a pretty big project here in New York City. He's been pouring the foundation of a new building. A really big one. You might have heard of it.
Yankee Stadium. The new one.
That's right. It's the house that Jeter/A-Rod/Bernie/MyGoddamn Tax Dollars built. And the best part about all this?
Bernie is a Red Sox fan.
As you can expect, he catches a lot of crap for it on the site. But hey, we're the champs. So Bernie has the high hand. Fast forward to one day recently, when Bernie decides to wear his nice, new Big Papi jersey to work. Per usual, he gets some razzing. No big deal. He's used to it. Things get interesting, however, after lunch -- when the rest of the guys on the crew ask Bernie -- "Where's your jersey?"
Bernie shrugs a bit, appearing to wonder about it as he replies, "Hmm. I must have put it down somewhere." He doesn't seem worried by it. "I'm sure it's around here..." For you see, Bernie knows exactly where his jersey is. And it is around here. Or, maybe, "under here" would be a more appropriate description. Because Bernie had just decided to leave a little present for all the future Yankee fans. A present underneath some of that concrete of the New Yankee Stadium.
A #34 Boston Red Sox jersey, to be exact.
And so, for years to come, generations of fans will come to this New Yankee Stadium. They will sit. They will watch their team. They will cheer. And, all the while, beneath their seats, the spirit of David Ortiz will be enjoying a big ol' belly laugh. For old times sake.
The greatest rivalry in sports, ladies and gentlemen.
Ho Ho Ho. The holiday times are upon us, and so I've decided to take up my New Year's resolution early. It's about time I got back in the habit of updating this ol' blog log main page thingy more often. I'm pretty sure Duck is the only one who reads it regularly anymore, but at least that's a start.
So, what's new on the Beast Coast you say? Not a whole lot. There's been this little thing called a "Writers' Strike" going on for a while. That's been fun. Like today, when I got to go to the line and stand in hail and snow and rain and stuff. Groovy. My wife has gone from being bored with nothing to do at work all day to enjoying the fact that they can watch Oprah live in the office, so that's a plus for her. See, positive things can come from a major labor stoppage.
Thanksgiving was fantastic, I cooked for our clans. Goldie and Molls got a cute new puppy named Addie, and it makes us like them even more now (if that were possible). Frants got Rock Band and is in Oahu right now, so everyone is extremely envious. Matty followed in my footsteps and got knocked out in the first round of this year's fantasy football playoffs (the only good thing so far about this season has been China's bad-ass homemade t-shirts).
But, hey, the Sox won the World Series and the Bills have a winning record. That's not something that's happened in my lifetime before.
I have some backlogged photo sets I'm going to be putting up on Flickr. Put up a great one of the little bros, Winslow and Eli, when they and their parents came out to see us in Jersey for some learnage. Also put up a few shots from a vunderbar Mike Doughty show we caught at Joe's pub.
All and all, I think that's a pretty substantial update. It's going to have to do for now. Because I have a Burnout PS3 Demo ready for me to try out.
