Damn Astros

Official Ihaterunning.blogspot.com survey:

Which is better, MP3 player or Ipod?

 

More specifically, how much added utility is an Ipod over simply being able to play music on an MP3?

 

(Just so show off the level of sickness, I’m considering one of the new-fangled music boxes.)

 

 

Uncle Drayton:

I told you that I wasn’t going to care any more this season.  I told you that your offenses were too great for me to continue to turn a blind eye toward your mismanagement, micromanagement, and complete baseball ignorance.  You clearly know how to run a business.  You clearly know how to run a franchise.  But somehow you just don’t quite know how to let baseball people build baseball teams.  Heavy on pitching, light on hitting, and more dead wood than a geriatric convention with a delayed Viagra shipment is no way to seriously contend for a title.

But lookie here.  I’m watching the game on TV and following not 1 but 2 game trackers online while following the St. Louis game at the same time.  There was a time just a few short weeks ago when going into the 9^th behind was enough for me to just click the game off.  But no.  Not this time.  I actually stayed.  And they tied it up.  There was a time, just a few short weeks ago, that a tie ballgame in the bottom of the 9^th or even in extra innings was enough for me to toss in the towel because that next pitch from Brad Lidge has FAA clearance for a transcontinental flight.  But not this time.  I actually stayed.  And I bitched and complained about those guys going up and swinging at the first pitch and going down 1-2-3 with the pitcher barely even breaking a sweat and only throwing a minimum of pitches.  “EVEN LITTLE LEAGUERS KNOW NOT TO SWING AT THE FIRST PITCH!” I would yell.  Then my wife would say “Quiet, the baby’s sleeping.”  See what you’re doing?  You’re making me wake up the baby.  I don’t appreciate that.

Tell your hitters to take the first pitch.

I’m officially, grudgingly, caring again. 

But I’m not getting my hopes up.  I won’t let you break my heart again.  Not until we overcome that 1.5 game deficit in the standings.

 

Sincerely,

Astro Fan

 

 

Training update:

This weekend is my “Prime the pump” ride.  40-50 miles somewhere on the bike to inform the old heart and muscles that it’s time to get off the couch and wake up a bit.  Afterwards I might take in 3 miles or so.

The next week is a RTW, which should be right up my alley.

The next week I’m going to take in the last paintball game of the year, which counts as serious cross training (run, run, shoot, shoot, run, run, run, lay down, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, shoot, shoot, shoot, shot.  Sit.)

At some point I’m going to have to actually sign up for the marathon or the half.