New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Okay, Gilly made posted a comment on F*ck'd Company.com so I am co-opting his entry out of context of course. But the complete line of discussion ican be found at:

http://bbs.fuckedcompany.com/index.cgi?okay=get_topic&topic_id=796384&page=2


A team that cannot survive the market should fold up like a massage table. Redistribute the good players to the rest of the league. This will force the lousy AA and AAA players back to their backwater minor league teams and leave only true major league talent, esp pitchers. That will help bring these silly offensive numbers back down to earth (i.e., pre-1994 levels).

There are too many teams, so let's contract the perennial losers (or teams that claim they are losing money).

The Yankees' periodic dynasties go back to the 1920s, and up to through baseball's golden age. Nobody was saying that the Yankees were killing baseball then.

The drop in attendance and the rise of the median age of baseball fans has nothing to do with competitive balance or the Yankees. It is the logical byproduct of an over-stimulated, urban centric, short-attention-span younger generation that grew up with MTV, Nintendo, and absent parents.

It takes an interest in cerebral things(reading, math, science, history,etc) to fully enjoy baseball, and it often takes a devoted mom or dad to sit down and explain the beauty of baseball, and all its intricacies- down to the horrible minutae that fools like Tim Mccarver tend to obsess about.

It's much easier for parents today to sit their kids down in front of the PS2 and pop in NBA Live 2004 while they go pop their anti-depressants and bitch to their yenta friends about their unfulfilling sex lives...


So after I read it I say, "Geez, you were doing fine until you mentioned MTV. You too have to blame the world's woes on MTV??? Why don't you stab me in the back now?"

Then I handed him the tiny hammer from our Christmas peppermint pig and said, "Go ahead just hit me in the head and finish me off!"

Of course he thought that it was all very ho ho hilarious.

He also told me today at dinner that I am not a Fountains of Wayne "Groupie." I am a "Bandie." Which he can't really explain other than, I am not a groupie because I don't travel the country following them and providing them with sexual favors but I am more than a fan so there has to be something in between.

That's me, "something in between."

posted by JustKeepMum on 10:45 PM