Death To Two Legends and a Newborn

This is going to be one of the last posts I write using my 2003 Dell Inspiron 5100 laptop. I finally ordered a new one. I probably could gut it out for another year or two, but things are getting pretty frustrating on the Internets surfing side of things. So it is going to be a sad day. If dogs age 7 years for every one human year, then computers age 15. Which would put this computer at 105 years old. It is time. I laughed the other day when wondering if 250 GB of memory was going to be enough for a new computer, and then realizing that this one has 40 (!!).

The last College World Series at Rosenblatt Stadium in Omaha starts today. I only lived in Omaha for three years, and only attended parts of two CWS, but the memories were fond. But the stadium itself wasn't really that great. It was quaint, held alot of history, and the neighborhood surrounding turned into one big party. But I'm guessing the new stadium will figure it out. As long as they continue to make tickets cheap, and there are places for drunk college students to hang out between games, and places for drunk southern rednecks from Louisiana and Texas to park their RVs for weeks at a time, it will be fine. I look forward to getting back down there some time. I had a pretty great time when the La Crosse crew descended on Omaha. Even though I got super hungover and pissy.

The newborn that died is me having any interest in soccer. Good work FIFA. Are they fucking serious with that call on the U.S. yesterday? And I say "that call" because nobody knows what the call was. I guess it is a foul to have your arms pinned behind your back? Fuck soccer.

Things and Stuff

More rambling, incoherent thoughts and biased opinions (with bullet points!):

- I am now officially excited again for the NFL. The Pack opens on a Sunday night against the Bears, and I was notified that I am the recipient of the right to purchase Packer tickets at face value because I allegedly am paying for Lambeau Field through my taxes. Finally, a mere four weeks until I pay $5 a beer and watch the draft in an uncomfortable chair, while waiting for Theodore Thompson to turn our first round pick into three sixths and three sevenths.

- I am now going to Brewer games on consecutive weekends in May. May 2 v. Arizona and May 9 v. the Cubs. The fucking spring training schedule has to be like twice as long as the previous longest doesn't it? Maybe it is because I've been working my ass off, and actually watching spring training box scores refresh on my computer screen, but it feels like they've played like 60 fake games. Do baseball players REALLY need to play like 250 games a year? I'm just sayin'. I'm also just sayin' that on MLB '09: The Show, Manny and a healthy Ben Sheets were just sitting on the free agent list at the all star break, and I had money in my budget, so I signed them both, and sent Soup and Weeks down to AAA to make room (and both cleared waivers to get there because neither had minor league options, that is how bad they both suck).

- I really couldn't care less about women playing basketball, and this will be about the last time I post anything about it. But how am I, the sports fan, supposed to take your tournament seriously when you are having number one seeds (in this case Duke), playing fucking ROAD games in the second round against number nine seeds (Michigan St.). My assumption is that the reason is three-fold: 1) they couldn't fill a neutral site game, 2) travel expenses (although Durham to East Lansing is pretty far), 3) size of venue that you may be able to fill. Either way, it is a fucking joke. Imagine if UNC had to go on the road against LSU in the men's tournament? Stupid.

- So Donte Stallworth (allegedly, although not officially charged, so I guess rumoredly) murdered some dude with his car. What I find remarkably odd about the situation is that ESPN has gone out of its way to report that the guy who died might not have been in a cross walk and Stallworth "flashed his lights" to warn him. My thought is "What is your fucking point?" From my standpoint (and depending on the laws of whatever state he was in) if Stallworth was drunk (which has been reported) it doesn't matter if the dude he killed was chasing traffic. If he was drunk, and killed someone, he will probably go to prison. And the slant that I feel is being put on this thing, that somehow being killed was the other guy's fault because "he was flashed with headlights" is retarded. If anything, it makes it worse for Stallworth, because if true, Stallworth clearly saw the guy, and just kept trucking rather than, I dunno, stopping. Just a strange situation. I don't want to come off like I've already convicted the guy, because if he wasn't drunk, then this all probably moot, and maybe he was sober, I dunno. I'm just saying the whole thing is odd.

Kentucky Derby Review

Ummmm.....I'm not sure if this is funny or not. I find something funny about it, I dunno why. (Perhaps because I am a sick bastard). So apparently the second place horse in the Kentucky Derby broke two legs and had to be shot in the face (Ed. Note: That is probably not what "euthanized" means, but I'm not a horse racing enthusiast. Maybe they brought out Kevorkian?).

I find it twisted that in order to keep the horse from suffering, they kill it on the spot. I guess its the right thing to do. Imagine if this was translated into other sports? Like if Mike Maddux would have ran out onto the field at Wrigley last week with a shotgun when Yo went down? I'm just sayin'.