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Grand slam, tonight. That was nice.
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[26 Mar 2006|12:12pm] |
I've been taking my time, thinking about updating this thing and always finding an excuse to put it off. Busy offseason, busy Spring Training, this, that and the whole shebang. Last time I really updated, Brian was turning twenty nine and Grace was just past a year old.
So, I got married. The pitchers were all well behaved, luckily, the bachelor party was as lame as any guy could hope for, the honey moon was excellent thank you very much. Feels like I've known Steph for a lot longer than we have, though Bri'll never let me forget his role. Settled into that whole married life thing, even if Mark is living with us in Mesa. Grace's walking and talking and pitching royal fits whenever something goes wrong, which'll probably start to get old soon. She's a sweetheart though, really is, and she still loves her glove and she's starting to work on calling games. Gives me some great ideas, even. I've said it once and I'll say it again, she's gonna be a catcher.
The highlight of my spring was obviously the World Baseball Classic. I had the huge honor of playing with team USA, which I'd done once before when I was younger. Back then I was a shortstop, but this time around I had the opportunity to join Brian and Jason Varitek behind the plate. Made a couple friends with the rookies (Collecting them and all, y'know.), especially Huston Street and Jeff Francoeur. I got to sit between Francoeur and Chipper, which was neat because they're living my childhood dream, with the Braves every day. I also had the chance to try and talk a bunch of guys into joining the Cubs, Clemens especially. I don't think he took me serious as I was, but that's cool. He knows my door's always open.
I can honestly say I was sick, coming home after that loss. Stephanie was great with me, kinda babied me and made sure Grace kept me occupied while I got back into the ST groove. I was, and am glad it's warmer in Mesa than it was in Anaheim for a couplea days there, not so glad about my pitchers. Seriously, Mark. Ker. Y'all just stop it or I'm gonna run away and join a hockey team.
I didn't really get the at-bats I'd hope for in the Classic, so I'm working on that now. I feel good about having done it, but I never realized how much I'd miss the guys or the Chicago uniform until I had USA across my chest. Given the chance, of course I'd do it again, it just came with a set of experiences that I wasn't prepared for and would really like to eliminate from the whole thing. Going without a hit in the tourmanent? Yeah, not quite my idea of a good time.
Now I guess I've got y'all caught up, if you were brave enough to make it this far. Hi to the new guys on my friends list, the kids, and congratulations to JOSE THEODORE AND HIS BABY. Man, Jo, I gotta see her. Got you some kinda present already, I mean, really for her, but a bit of a thing for you too. Probably gotta be the second prettiest kid in the world, following Grace.
Most people seem to've been wrapping up entries recently with that sex meme thing, but I think I'm not allowed to do it. I mean, I think Stephanie would kill me if it was on the internet, you know? So I'm just gonna say, guys, eight days until Opening Day. M'pumped.
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[08 Nov 2005|10:14pm] |
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[bourns.]
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[17 Jul 2005|03:43pm] |
Dear(est) Jose.
You are very cool, nice, and perfect. And you have good hair. And good taste in baseball teams, because we all know when you say that you're "impartial" you really mean "the Cubs are the best team ever and I love Mark Prior!" You are also the best goalie in Canada. Not that I'm really qualified to say. But if I was, I'm sure I'd still think you're the best. Ever. Completely.
So I enjoy your company very much. You should buy Cubs merchandise.
Love Mike.
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[02 Jul 2005|08:34pm] |
The fact that I'm not overjoyed at her being here must say something about the situation as a whole. I'm surprised and... I'm not sure. I don't think I'm as ready to get longwinded on the issue as I was five minutes ago. Maybe later.
( ... )
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[21 Jun 2005|03:14pm] |
( Pretty pointless. )
Anyhow. That's pretty much all done, just... What the fuck are these journals for, if I can't say things once every so often, right? Talked to him last night and all, after I finished up my beer. Brian Schneider is worse than sex, always good enough to bring you back for seconds, but with all those little things you don't want to think about attached. Like love. S'bullshit, really.
Might be getting m'girlfriend to move in a kid a dog in the off-season. It'll be cool. And now, after recording my brilliant, deep thoughts once again, I will take a nap.
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[11 Jun 2005|10:22pm] |
This is a potentially interesting topic. I challenge anyone else to write an essay on it.
( My point is... )
That was a lot longer than I thought it would be. So. I'm going to do something else, for now. Figure out what I'm packing or something. So. 'Night, everyone. If you're not a Cubs fan yet, you should be. We're awesome.
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[23 May 2005|10:42pm] |
This is the sort of announcement no one really needs to see, because everyone who would care already knows. But I played. Didn't contribute much... Any, offensively. But I felt good, none of the pain or anything.
Might have to invite Stephanie to move out here or something. Both games she's attended went okay. Running out of... good date ideas. Since I don't usually entertain ladies for extended periods of time. (At least I can admit it, right?)
... So suggestions are welcome. For if she and I meet up again.
I really don't understand how Mark can just do these... talking about life updates. I'm boring myself, and going out for drinks in a bit. Ker, Pri, if you happen to see this, I guess you're invited. Not really. You should both be sleeping.
Goodbye.
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[22 Apr 2005|08:29am] |
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Mark Prior is a bad influence and my head hurts. More details to follow.
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[17 Mar 2005|04:26pm] |
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It's been the sort of day where I just have to dip into my vat of photographed facial expressions to summarize my mood. No, this icon doesn't do me or my mood justice. Fortunately for the world, there are no icons of me bawling like a baby or, I don't know, punching a wall. Punching walls is counterproductive.
Yes, I know, I'm an articulate son-of-a-bitch. But since I wouldn't be believed if I opened my mouth anyways, I will just create a post to take up space and waste time. Shit like this never happened in Montreal.
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[22 Feb 2005|06:26am] |
I keep starting those dumb entries where I'm supposed to analyze life and my place in it. Think about how apparently gayness is the key to an instant soap opera or something and how soggy my shoes are from going back and forth from the car and dancing taking leisurely strolls through the rain.
But honestly, if no one knows what I'm thinking now then life is a lot happier. And, Sasha? Omelets, not omplets. Sorry.
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[24 Jan 2005|06:45pm] |
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22 days, 18 hours, 15 minutes.
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[07 Jan 2005|06:08pm] |
So, I haven't updated in a long time. Who else saw this coming? Been spending time sleeping. Eating. Playing with the baby, who's pretty fucking cool when all is said and done. Smart kid, too.
Pri, you update a lot. Like, a lot more than is healthy. You need to get back into the swing of normal things so I care about what you write.
Woody... You frighten me sometimes. Don't break things. It's not cool.
And I think that about summarizes the month I missed. Damn but I'm good at this. And ready for baseball, when all's said and done. So, yeah. How long 'til we report?
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[25 Nov 2004|08:33pm] |
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Happy thanksgiving.
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[20 Nov 2004|10:34pm] |
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Why is your journal purple? I mean, really.
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[05 Nov 2004|05:43pm] |
In California. Having a very nice time.
Yup, nothing else to say about that.
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