Until Next Year...(Shit!)

So, today the Angels got hammered by the red sox 9-1, killing the Halo's season and hopes for another World Series title. I am upset. The way I see it they owe me. They owe me and all the Halo Faithful that spent their hard earned money at the Big A this season. I am an upset customer of the product that has been dished to me.
2 outs, runners on second and third, Vlad comes to bat. What sucks is that Anderson left the game due to a pink-eye attack and Willits now bats in his spot, behind Vlad. 4 balls to Vlad, Willits up and he pops out to the catcher. In this moment I would have given back all the foam fingers, ice cream helmets, pennants, t-shirts and whatever else I have bought over the last 20 plus years for another hitter. I don't want to be an armchair quarterback here but if someone in the front office didn't realize at that point that we needed another basher to back up Vlad then I don't know what the hell is going on and I don't know if I can take another year of this. Someone please, please, pull the trigger and get someone that will help, and damnit, not another washed up, over the hill former super-star. I would love to see A-Rod for example playing third base next season. I would rather not make the playoff then make it just to be embarrassed in the playoffs on national TV...again.

4-0, 9 hits...W.T.F.? What happend to this Big John? That's what I want to know.

We're There!!

Ok, ok, maybe it's not this big of a deal...but it's not your blog and I'm excited! THE ANGELS WON THE WEST!!!
It was a beauty of a day at Angel Stadium, and from where I was sitting (upper view right behind home) I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else to watch my beloved Halos win the American League Western Division.
Bring it on Tribe, Sox, or Yanks! I'M WATCHIN' YOU!!!

SPLIT AT BIRTH!!!

From The Ashes!!

I start school tomorrow. It’s my third go-round at college and should be my last. I just transferred from National University to University of Phoenix where every time I call with a question about something it’s not like calling the cable company. This morning I got a call from them and it was two people on the phone at the same time! I talked to Kate, my Academic Counselor, and Debi, my Finance Officer. Good people.

My first class is an intro class that I guess even if you’re going for your Doctoral you have to take. It basically is a class that helps you get to know the system that UP uses and how to write all the papers (they only accept APA format).

But, I am looking forward to one day becoming the first Burroughs with a college degree and I can’t wait just to get this over with. I know, bad attitude coming in, but school was never my thing. I just know that in order to go anywhere in life I need it, so I will take a bite.

Back Home...

I find myself home 10 days early. My dad and I drove straight home on Sunday from Portland because my dear mom was feeling ill. As some of you know (or don't) my mom had a double bypass about 25 years ago and sometimes the ol' ticker still acts up on her. Dad and I made a decision to high-tail it home in time for her Dr. Appointment, cutting the trip in more than half. I will inform you that yesterday she went in for test and all came back "all good", and yes, that is the way the doctor said it.

Final Numbers:
Miles:....................... 2,513.
Days:........................ 7.
Baseball Games:..... 2.
Cash:........................ $300.

Obviously my most disappointing stat is the amount of games that we saw. We had two plans for coming home. The first was hitting up Reno to watch the Silversox, and then possibly Vegas, then Phoenix. The other was to come back on I-5 and hit all the minor league towns on the way home.

All in all I guess it was a good trip. It was great to spend time with my dad and see some family. By the way for those who were wondering, I did in fact call Mike “Bill Brasky” Burns when I was in the greater Portland area. I had four tickets to the Portland Beavers game and we were set to go Sunday before knowing about my mom.

Strike One...(Day One)

We pulled into San Francisco this afternoon and realized that there was no way that we were going to be able to get inside AT&T Park even though I had tickets. Apparently some guy is going for a record or something and there isn't a parking spot from here to San Jose, not under $30 that is. Yes, you read that right. $30! John and I thought Dodger Stadium was bad at $15. Good thing my Paw and I didn't drive a motor home because it would have been $50.
Like I said before, I paid $30 for the pair of tickets and as we were driving out of the stadium a guy on the street asked if we had any extra tickets that we wanted to get rid of. I flashed him a “deuce” sign and he came up to the car window.

“Whatta ya got?” He asked.

“Standing room” I answered quick and to the point with as much street ooze as I could muster up.

“Mmmm. There going for about $35 out here. Whatchu want for em?”

“$70 then. “ I said. Thinking to myself that this guy is not the brightest crayon in the box if he’s telling me what they’re selling at, but then again they could have been going for $70 apiece and I wouldn’t have known.

“Common man, I got to make some money out here… $40 for the two.” He comes back with.

“$60.” I say…Hey, I hold the tickets!

“$50.”

“Sure, $50.”

To steal a line from… someone, “Straight cash, homie!”

I didn’t double my booty, but it’s a needed nice meal on the trip. Tomorrow we ride to Portland, get a good night sleep, and we have a night game Tuesday in Seattle. I’ll keep you up to date.