PD says...
"What ???????
You don't have a cell-phone..!
What do you do with your mouth when u walk?"
October 29, 2004
October 22, 2004
The curse of the bambino..
The longest choke up streak ever witnessed in history by a vastly over-rated team might be the reason for the 84 year old drought. But, fans and beleivers take an entirely different line and buy a completely different version. The story of the curse has saturated to the point of The Red Sox bullpen claiming " Its finally time to reverse the curse" .
So, everyone, including players, beleive in the curse.
Anybody ever heard of fans supplying the team with an excuse for failure!It's got more to do with hapless players who refused to beleive in themselves but chose to beleive the existence of a curse indeed...Anyway, what was the curse all about and how it originated?
1918: The Red Sox beat the Chicago Cubs in six games to win the World Series for the fifth time since the event began in 1903. A young Boston pitcher named Babe Ruth throws a shutout in Game 1.
1920: Red Sox owner Harry Frazee sells Ruth to the Yankees for $100,000, plus a $300,000 loan. Legend has it Frazee needed cash to finance shows at his Broadway theater.
Ever since: The Red sox have never won the world series after that.
Reason: Ruth wasn't taking the sale hands tied and cursed Red Sox.
The phrase "Curse of the Bambino" originated with Boston Globe sportswriter Dan Shaughnessy, whose book by the same name was published in 1990. It blames the sale of Babe Ruth to the Yankees in 1920 for Boston's 85-year World Series title drought.
Can you buy that?
Cmon Red Sox/nation, there was never no curse. Get into gear and get that title this year and every year now on.!
So, everyone, including players, beleive in the curse.
Anybody ever heard of fans supplying the team with an excuse for failure!It's got more to do with hapless players who refused to beleive in themselves but chose to beleive the existence of a curse indeed...Anyway, what was the curse all about and how it originated?
1918: The Red Sox beat the Chicago Cubs in six games to win the World Series for the fifth time since the event began in 1903. A young Boston pitcher named Babe Ruth throws a shutout in Game 1.
1920: Red Sox owner Harry Frazee sells Ruth to the Yankees for $100,000, plus a $300,000 loan. Legend has it Frazee needed cash to finance shows at his Broadway theater.
Ever since: The Red sox have never won the world series after that.
Reason: Ruth wasn't taking the sale hands tied and cursed Red Sox.
The phrase "Curse of the Bambino" originated with Boston Globe sportswriter Dan Shaughnessy, whose book by the same name was published in 1990. It blames the sale of Babe Ruth to the Yankees in 1920 for Boston's 85-year World Series title drought.
Can you buy that?
Cmon Red Sox/nation, there was never no curse. Get into gear and get that title this year and every year now on.!
October 21, 2004
Go Red Sox...
Well well well...
Its just one of those moments when sport makes you realize there's reason to believe.
Last Friday, drowned in a cold and fresh Budweiser (It was indeed game time), I was drawn into the Yankee-Red sox ALCS league playoffs.
Game 1 was a good encounter and apparently gave me a lot of excuse to suck myself into watching game 2 ( not to mention the cold and fresh Buds too). 2-0 Yanks.
The ballgame changed bases to Boston's Fenway Park - home of the Red sox, and along with the hapless home fans, I watched the brutal rout of the Red Sox at home 19-8. Down 0-3 in a 7 game series, and there was the firm reason to believe there was no more belief and 2004 still won't be the year when the course would be reversed.
Just when everyone was firmly believing Red Sox were just going through their motions down by 2 outs and trailing 3-4 in the bottom of the 9th in Game 4, Kevin Millar ties it with a RBI to make it a tie. Ortiz slams a homer in the bottom of the 12th to see Red Sox home and ensure a game 5.
Ortiz scores a RBI to allow Johny Damon finish a run in the bottom of the 15 th to see Red Sox home in what was the best ball game ever in Baseball history.
Inning after enthralling, nail-biting, edge-of-the-seat inning in overtime, and the Sox just scamper home.
The commentator summed up the moment beautifully with a " David ortiz drives, Johny Damon runs and the Sox can run all the way to New York".
The Sox, definitely beleiving in themselves now and charged/pepped up with their recent come from behind overtime victories and no Pedro Martinez playing so the Yankee crowd couldn't hoot " who's ur daddy ? " turned the tables on a Yankee ball team that looked woefully lost and din't give an impression they were in the game at all.
Curt schilling just pitched his way to glory after having turned villain in Game 1.
This set up a "expected to be keenly contested" series decider between 2 of the most intense rivals in the ALCS. The Yanks were expectin a repeat of 2003 when a Boone homer in the bottom of the 11th in Game 7 took them home to the world series.
However Derek Lowe and the Sox had other ideas. Lowe pitched away striking one Yankee bat after the next, totally drying up the runs. On the other hand, Johny Damon wreaked havoc with the Yankee pitching with 2 Homers- 1, a grand slam and a 2-runner. Innings, Match, Series to Red Sox, and yeah...All the hearts too.
Never before have a team seem to have placed that much faith as did the Sox in Schilling in G6 and Lowe in G7 and never before have 2 players pulled their team through with greater heroic exploits as did these two.
How fortunes change in sport? Schilling fell from hero to villain to rise up as the savior hero once again within 2 games. The forgotten and neglected Lowe who is still unsure of his contract the next year pitched the Sox to victory when they were down and out, and twice in the space of 4 games. That's a special effort man.
2004 might after all be the year when the curse gets reversed and where all the belief of the 84 years might eventually pull through to pave the way for a Red Sox World Series title. Believe.
Lets Go Red Sox! We have reason to believe.
Its just one of those moments when sport makes you realize there's reason to believe.
Last Friday, drowned in a cold and fresh Budweiser (It was indeed game time), I was drawn into the Yankee-Red sox ALCS league playoffs.
Game 1 was a good encounter and apparently gave me a lot of excuse to suck myself into watching game 2 ( not to mention the cold and fresh Buds too). 2-0 Yanks.
The ballgame changed bases to Boston's Fenway Park - home of the Red sox, and along with the hapless home fans, I watched the brutal rout of the Red Sox at home 19-8. Down 0-3 in a 7 game series, and there was the firm reason to believe there was no more belief and 2004 still won't be the year when the course would be reversed.
Just when everyone was firmly believing Red Sox were just going through their motions down by 2 outs and trailing 3-4 in the bottom of the 9th in Game 4, Kevin Millar ties it with a RBI to make it a tie. Ortiz slams a homer in the bottom of the 12th to see Red Sox home and ensure a game 5.
Ortiz scores a RBI to allow Johny Damon finish a run in the bottom of the 15 th to see Red Sox home in what was the best ball game ever in Baseball history.
Inning after enthralling, nail-biting, edge-of-the-seat inning in overtime, and the Sox just scamper home.
The commentator summed up the moment beautifully with a " David ortiz drives, Johny Damon runs and the Sox can run all the way to New York".
The Sox, definitely beleiving in themselves now and charged/pepped up with their recent come from behind overtime victories and no Pedro Martinez playing so the Yankee crowd couldn't hoot " who's ur daddy ? " turned the tables on a Yankee ball team that looked woefully lost and din't give an impression they were in the game at all.
Curt schilling just pitched his way to glory after having turned villain in Game 1.
This set up a "expected to be keenly contested" series decider between 2 of the most intense rivals in the ALCS. The Yanks were expectin a repeat of 2003 when a Boone homer in the bottom of the 11th in Game 7 took them home to the world series.
However Derek Lowe and the Sox had other ideas. Lowe pitched away striking one Yankee bat after the next, totally drying up the runs. On the other hand, Johny Damon wreaked havoc with the Yankee pitching with 2 Homers- 1, a grand slam and a 2-runner. Innings, Match, Series to Red Sox, and yeah...All the hearts too.
Never before have a team seem to have placed that much faith as did the Sox in Schilling in G6 and Lowe in G7 and never before have 2 players pulled their team through with greater heroic exploits as did these two.
How fortunes change in sport? Schilling fell from hero to villain to rise up as the savior hero once again within 2 games. The forgotten and neglected Lowe who is still unsure of his contract the next year pitched the Sox to victory when they were down and out, and twice in the space of 4 games. That's a special effort man.
2004 might after all be the year when the curse gets reversed and where all the belief of the 84 years might eventually pull through to pave the way for a Red Sox World Series title. Believe.
Lets Go Red Sox! We have reason to believe.
October 16, 2004
Im here for the free beer...
Its Friday and late-evening, which means i was probably doing something which i dun remember.
And the reason why i dun remember is every late Friday evening, i sit with my beer.
Its a rule and rule #1 if you wanna better know me.
Its a little like what they say in the Asterix novels " We don't fight on Sundays " A little that way. I dont do anything constructive ( like work/Homework) on Friday evenings and i follow it as my own testament.
That is like one of the very few moments that i allow for myself.
Sometimes i reflect, sometimes i go nostalgic, sometimes i am just downright funny and cheerful, sometimes i watch a movie while most times i just go into a shell of my own, which none can penetrate with sum music humming in the BG, or am all of the above at the same time..
And it was one of those Friday evenings and Jason barges in ( he knows i drink a few beers most Fridays). He makes straight for the fridge and helps himself to one. Usually, i am cool with it, but i was running a ration that day, and i am like " Hey Jason. I need it".
He just turns and faces me and says " Look fella. I dont care. Ok, just read what my T-shirt hasta say".
Its a black round-neck with the words written in dark gold.
I glance and read it out loud ( which was a bad mistake) and it goes
" I'M HERE JUST FOR THE FREE BEER "
This drives me nuts. I get real crazy but it was pretty funny and i start laughing and don't stop Jason from guzzling on the beer.
And then like 20 minutes later, we run outta beers. I am like " Ok man, lets go get some more. I am in a mood for a long night of drinking".
And Jason is like " No pal. I aint gettin you any, man. U shuda stocked it up knowing it was Friday nights and knowin u were in a mood."
I go " Hey, cut it out pal. I need some and i am broke. Get me some dude, hey".
Jason goes " So, u really want one, huh? Ok !".
And then he does this thing which totally takes me by surprise. He fishes into his bag, and he's like " Dude. Take it. Wear this, and we'll both go hunting".
I am like " Hey, what? I ask you for beer and you give me a t-shirt. Common man. I will take the T-shirt but fetch me me beers, will ya?"
He is like " Just shut up and wear the shirt Ram. Wear it, and i know a place that is running a open house tonight. We go there and drink all we want, okay."
I like this idea and i take the shirt and it reads
" I AM HERE TOO JUST FOR THE FREE BEERS "
I am thoroughly touched and i start thanking him all over the place and all.
He's like " Ok, buddy. Get into it. Lets go. We are now like this pair of beer hunters, ok. We break into every party in town, start downing them beers and if anybody ever asks a question, we have 3 words for them " READ MY SHIRT". Howdee like it?"
"That is like the greatest plan Buddy. Hard to think you thot of this urself. Did it put a hole in that already pea-sized brain of urs and all, man? Ok, we go"
We hit that open house and have a thoroughly smashin time, playin poker, guzzling swigs and all, and around 2 at night, Jason drops me home and he is like " You can keep it man. We'll use it all the time now on. We wear it together. I got it for you. Gnite buddy. U r chick."
That was outta the blue. That was pretty moving. Swell pal, he really is. Nice T-shirt and free beers to boot too.
I hafta return the favour sumtime. Should i give him a T-shirt which reads
" Hey, could i borrow ur brain? I just used mine.. "
Something along those lines.
He wud really think I am asking for his brains indirectly. He is really random twerp, but a splendid guy.
And the reason why i dun remember is every late Friday evening, i sit with my beer.
Its a rule and rule #1 if you wanna better know me.
Its a little like what they say in the Asterix novels " We don't fight on Sundays " A little that way. I dont do anything constructive ( like work/Homework) on Friday evenings and i follow it as my own testament.
That is like one of the very few moments that i allow for myself.
Sometimes i reflect, sometimes i go nostalgic, sometimes i am just downright funny and cheerful, sometimes i watch a movie while most times i just go into a shell of my own, which none can penetrate with sum music humming in the BG, or am all of the above at the same time..
And it was one of those Friday evenings and Jason barges in ( he knows i drink a few beers most Fridays). He makes straight for the fridge and helps himself to one. Usually, i am cool with it, but i was running a ration that day, and i am like " Hey Jason. I need it".
He just turns and faces me and says " Look fella. I dont care. Ok, just read what my T-shirt hasta say".
Its a black round-neck with the words written in dark gold.
I glance and read it out loud ( which was a bad mistake) and it goes
" I'M HERE JUST FOR THE FREE BEER "
This drives me nuts. I get real crazy but it was pretty funny and i start laughing and don't stop Jason from guzzling on the beer.
And then like 20 minutes later, we run outta beers. I am like " Ok man, lets go get some more. I am in a mood for a long night of drinking".
And Jason is like " No pal. I aint gettin you any, man. U shuda stocked it up knowing it was Friday nights and knowin u were in a mood."
I go " Hey, cut it out pal. I need some and i am broke. Get me some dude, hey".
Jason goes " So, u really want one, huh? Ok !".
And then he does this thing which totally takes me by surprise. He fishes into his bag, and he's like " Dude. Take it. Wear this, and we'll both go hunting".
I am like " Hey, what? I ask you for beer and you give me a t-shirt. Common man. I will take the T-shirt but fetch me me beers, will ya?"
He is like " Just shut up and wear the shirt Ram. Wear it, and i know a place that is running a open house tonight. We go there and drink all we want, okay."
I like this idea and i take the shirt and it reads
" I AM HERE TOO JUST FOR THE FREE BEERS "
I am thoroughly touched and i start thanking him all over the place and all.
He's like " Ok, buddy. Get into it. Lets go. We are now like this pair of beer hunters, ok. We break into every party in town, start downing them beers and if anybody ever asks a question, we have 3 words for them " READ MY SHIRT". Howdee like it?"
"That is like the greatest plan Buddy. Hard to think you thot of this urself. Did it put a hole in that already pea-sized brain of urs and all, man? Ok, we go"
We hit that open house and have a thoroughly smashin time, playin poker, guzzling swigs and all, and around 2 at night, Jason drops me home and he is like " You can keep it man. We'll use it all the time now on. We wear it together. I got it for you. Gnite buddy. U r chick."
That was outta the blue. That was pretty moving. Swell pal, he really is. Nice T-shirt and free beers to boot too.
I hafta return the favour sumtime. Should i give him a T-shirt which reads
" Hey, could i borrow ur brain? I just used mine.. "
Something along those lines.
He wud really think I am asking for his brains indirectly. He is really random twerp, but a splendid guy.
October 14, 2004
Anything but " A beautiful letdown"
The Switchfoot were in town today.
Switchfoot is this rock band from SanDiego, Cal.
Their album " A beautiful letdown" apparently is a platinum, and they have a decent fan following, who actually follow them, and swear by them.
Im not here to pitch a market/ad for switchfoot, and frankly i haven't heard of them before.
But its been real long since i've been to a rock concert.Lemme think, the last i had been to were the ones by "Euphoria", " Junoon", " Mokasha" and " Parikrama"...all Indian and Pak bands, and that was when i was in Chennai attending the " shaastras". Sure been more than a year.
Not much of a rock concert freak, but i like the atmosphere there. People freak out and be themselves, thats what i like abt rock concerts.
So, i get the chance and at $6, its indeed a steal.Like any good concert should and will, this one too started about an hour late."The honorary title", a band from NewYork and "The format" from Arizona opened up for the Switchfoot.
The hon. title played good and fast self-composed numbers, but the energy was missing. The format were stunning. The energy, verve and enthu the lead singer brought into the " not the party type Utah crowd" was remarkable.People were actually banging their heads, which i have never seen with a Utah crowd.
I was left thinking " If switchfoot are even gonna bring even half the energy these guys did, it might just be worth it!".
After 20 minutes, switchfoot make an appearance, simple and straight forward, no dazzle and frills and all and with a " Whats's up Utah?" get to work. They start with a high energy chart topper " Dare you to move" followed by the top 10 single " Meant to live". Jon and his sibling, Tim Foreman, the lead guitarist let themselves go on these 2, totally freaking the crowd out and driving them nuts. They follow this up with two absolutely never heard before new numbers, one of which is this total drum thing ( dedicated to losers and weirdos-which was what actually caught my attention), which actually sidelined the guitars and vocals. That was the one which i liked the most.
They kinda lost energy a little after that and thats when all the sing-alongs like " Happy is aYuppy word" dedicated to Jon Cash (Walk the Line and Ring Fire) got played.
They close the night with another terrific drum number, the name of the track which i forget totally. But thats the song thats been playing in my mind ever since.
A thoroughly cool outing which i watch sittting from the gallery ( would you beleive that?- you save the worst for the last).
I actually like the concert from my seat, just standing up and swayin rather than get within a extended arm from the platform and bang ur head away to a headache. I alter my stance. Watching from the gallery still gave me a splitting headache.
Ouch, it does hurt, but i dont regret it!
P.S - Hmm...Metallica are playing in SLC on Nov 22. Cant wait for it.
Switchfoot is this rock band from SanDiego, Cal.
Their album " A beautiful letdown" apparently is a platinum, and they have a decent fan following, who actually follow them, and swear by them.
Im not here to pitch a market/ad for switchfoot, and frankly i haven't heard of them before.
But its been real long since i've been to a rock concert.Lemme think, the last i had been to were the ones by "Euphoria", " Junoon", " Mokasha" and " Parikrama"...all Indian and Pak bands, and that was when i was in Chennai attending the " shaastras". Sure been more than a year.
Not much of a rock concert freak, but i like the atmosphere there. People freak out and be themselves, thats what i like abt rock concerts.
So, i get the chance and at $6, its indeed a steal.Like any good concert should and will, this one too started about an hour late."The honorary title", a band from NewYork and "The format" from Arizona opened up for the Switchfoot.
The hon. title played good and fast self-composed numbers, but the energy was missing. The format were stunning. The energy, verve and enthu the lead singer brought into the " not the party type Utah crowd" was remarkable.People were actually banging their heads, which i have never seen with a Utah crowd.
I was left thinking " If switchfoot are even gonna bring even half the energy these guys did, it might just be worth it!".
After 20 minutes, switchfoot make an appearance, simple and straight forward, no dazzle and frills and all and with a " Whats's up Utah?" get to work. They start with a high energy chart topper " Dare you to move" followed by the top 10 single " Meant to live". Jon and his sibling, Tim Foreman, the lead guitarist let themselves go on these 2, totally freaking the crowd out and driving them nuts. They follow this up with two absolutely never heard before new numbers, one of which is this total drum thing ( dedicated to losers and weirdos-which was what actually caught my attention), which actually sidelined the guitars and vocals. That was the one which i liked the most.
They kinda lost energy a little after that and thats when all the sing-alongs like " Happy is aYuppy word" dedicated to Jon Cash (Walk the Line and Ring Fire) got played.
They close the night with another terrific drum number, the name of the track which i forget totally. But thats the song thats been playing in my mind ever since.
A thoroughly cool outing which i watch sittting from the gallery ( would you beleive that?- you save the worst for the last).
I actually like the concert from my seat, just standing up and swayin rather than get within a extended arm from the platform and bang ur head away to a headache. I alter my stance. Watching from the gallery still gave me a splitting headache.
Ouch, it does hurt, but i dont regret it!
P.S - Hmm...Metallica are playing in SLC on Nov 22. Cant wait for it.
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