do you hear the roar of the crowd!?!?

I love World Series wins. But even more, I love ALCS wins. Because you've still got the World Series ahead of you.

Fucking Yankess, man.

Listen to the crowd.

What a night for Boone. And Rivera. And just look at Torre's face.

Joy!

Question for a Friday morning...

Follow up to last week. What singer/musician would you like to send to musical purgatory to ensure that we are never tortured with their musical stylings again? J.Lo and JLH are exempt. Last week we clearly established that a large portion of us would like to see one or both tarred and feathered.

Because to love 'nsync is to love Chris...

That's what it comes down to for me. Because even if I didn't appreciate his charm and snark and boyish ways, I'd still be indebted to him for making it all happen.

Candy sums up the rest quite well.

I hope he visits LJ today and sees the love of the fans.

getting older every day...

The trip downtown for the new piercing has been postponed until this evening. Because I'm productive today and I'd like to keep it that way. When I am down there I'll also stop by The Blue Note and get my tickets for Lou Rawls. Lou Rawls! At The Blue Note! I can hardly believe that I'm going to see him live.

It's Yankees fever in the office. I have a special "World Series Fabric Banner" that I only take out when they're in the series. It's out and on display at my desk. It's a very important superstition kind of thing. We're all a buzz. A woman from the FL office has tickets to games 1 & 2 and is flying up here today.

I spoke to my grandfather today and made plans to see him when I'm in FL in November. I'm down there so often and I've never taken a trip to the east coast to see him. So I'm flying into Ft. Lauderdale to spend the night at his condo and then I'll drive over to Bonita Springs.

He's old and fairly senile and he confuses me with my sister on a regular basis but he's my dad's dad and I just love him so damn much. I would hate to look back later and realize that I could have visited him and made the choice not to. So to Poppy Irving's I go.

It's a good day. It's the first day I haven't had a meeting or a conference call or some other distraction in weeks and weeks and weeks. I'm not even leaving for lunch. And tonight, after my trip downtown, I just want to curl up with some happy/schmoopy/smutty/kinky slash. I'll have to keep working on those binders. Curling up with the laptop doesn't have quite the same ring to it.

The Red Sox and the Cubs and China and sparkly blue piercings, et. al.

Bob Ryan, of The Boston Globe, wrote a column for today's sports section of The New York Times. It was a very interesting perspective on Cubs fans and Red Sox fans and the difference between supporting a team that rarely does well and a team that almost always brings it home but never quite gets there. And I quote, "The issue is how many times your team has raised your hopes, only to have some dramatic or illogical even leave you at the mythical alter. No people in American sports have had their dreams ruthlessly crushed - no pun intended - more than those who have invested their emotional energy in following the Boston Red Sox." And he went on to say that only true Red Sox fans can really identify with Cubs fans right now simply because of the 8th inning intervention in game 6 that affected the Cubs' destiny. Regardless of team loyalties, because mine are clearly with the Yankees, it was a great column about the touched on the anatomy of a fan.

China sent a man into orbit. For 21 hours. We mock but we shouldn't. The US was lagging behind the USSR in the 50's after an embarrassing number of failures in the race to space. Politics and a desire to be 1st motivated us and kicked our asses into gear. Now that China's sent someone up, I have a feeling they'll kick it into gear full force.

My piercing is whole again. And it was surprisingly easy. The had the exact sparkly blue ball I needed. And I got a plain silver ball, too, so that I'm prepared if this happens again. Something so trivial should not cause so much angst. But it's so damn pretty. And sparkly!

There was a kid asleep or passed out on the subway platform at 59th St. He looked about 17 or 18 yrs old. Everyone just walked by. I keep thinking about him. Was he asleep? If he was sleeping, why there? Was he passed out? Was he unconscious? Was he dead? It disturbs me that we're all so jaded that we'll walk by a young man who's passed out on the floor of the subway platform. It's not my problem but a big part of me thinks it should be.

Now I want to read that fic I was thinking about all day. And, oh! lilysaid wrote a hot little AU Trickyfish. Check it out. Love the power play.