Throwback Thursday

This week's edition of "Throwback Thursday" is ODB - Got Cha Money. Please refrain from watching if you have sensitive ears. For whatever reason this song became my "theme song" in college. Used to psych myself up before a big exam or whatever. I used to instert my last name into the song to make it even more motivational. (Sung: "Hey! Murray! Baby, I got cha money, don't you worry! Said Hey!") Also, there was a dance that went along with it, but it's probably better not to share that. So anyway, as I have found. It is important for everyone to have that theme song, that pump-you-up song that helps you get your mind right during stressful situations. So - think long and hard (THATS WHAT SHE SAID) and let me know - WHAT IS YOUR THEME SONG??

Late Pass Wednesday

Several weeks ago I suffered a quite serious injury to my eye. I was packing for a road trip and inadvertantly lodged the corner of a cardboard box in my cornea. Don't make me explain how, its really irrelevant anyway. Let it suffice to say that I was in quite a bit of pain and seriously considered wearing a pirate style eye patch. Consider below, some picture evidence.

Exhibit A) The Good Eye - A Reference Point

Exhibit B) Bad Eye
Exhibit C) Bad Eye Day 2
So to make matters even better, I headed out on a road trip the very next day. I woke up with one gnarly looking eye. It was very sensitive to light and began oozing and watering with the slightest stimulus. I did pretty well on the airplane, because i closed my blind and slept the whole way. However, the harsh lighting of a basketball areana, combined with the strain of watching 12 girls and 4 coaches go through a practice proved to be more than I could handle. I was miserable. Luckily enough, when we finally arrived at the hotel that night, where I was staying with one of the assistant coaches, the coach and I decided to venture out to a nearby mall. I was in the market for the biggest, darkest pair of shades that money could buy. Well, being the dead of winter, sunglasses were not well stocked at many of the fine retail establishments. I did find a lovely bargain rack at Vanity at the very reasonable price of 2 pairs for $10.

Travel Suit Chic - This classy look is the pair that I sported for the majority of the time, including: watching TV in bed at the hotel, breakfast in the hotel restaurant, in the elevator, in the mini-vans, & at practice.
Gameday Glam - Gameday requires a certain level of sophitication and sass, captured perfectly in these shades. When I picked these out, my objective was to find a pair of glasses so ugly that they were funny. I wore them during pre-game taping just to give the girls a laugh and keep things loose. No - I did NOT wear these to day game.

Don't Stop Believin'

More Steriod's Fodder

Knoblauch Says "nothing to hide" in steriods probe
I knew there was a reason I liked this guy. Probably some of the greatest quotes of this whole thing. This guy is a character. Here area few of my favs:

"I have nothing to defend," Knoblauch told The New York Times. "I have nothing to hide at the same time."

Asked if he resented being thrust back into the spotlight, Knoblauch said: "No. One of my strongest characteristics is not really caring what people think. I'm living my life. It's not going to change my life one way or the other. You know, I'm not trying to get in the Hall of Fame. I got one vote though."

Love that he just had to point out that he did get one vote though. Ha. Check this next one out. Basically in baseball, when you start making Pete Rose look good, you know you're screwed. I say, let him in The Hall!!!
Rose says steriods users 'making a mockery' of baseball

"I never thought anybody would make me look like an altar boy," Rose said.

"I've been suspended 18 years for betting on my own team to win," he added. "I was wrong ... but these guys today, if the allegations are true, they're making a mockery of the game."

"If you're going to put these guys that supposedly did steroids into the Hall of Fame, I mean I've got to get a shot somewhere," he said.

Rose finished with 4,256 hits, breaking Ty Cobb's career record. And if steroids were prevalent in his day? "I would have got 5,000 hits," he said.

Throwback Thursday

"Throwback Thursday" is a new feature I would like to introduce to the blog. Basically, I post a song that is old, it may be great, it may suck, but for whatever reason I thought it deserved another look. Today's edition was inspired when this song came up on my ipod (okay, zeb's ipod with all my music on it) at work. It is impossible for me to hear this song and not giggle like a school girl.

Well There You Have It

Well, there you have it. Roger didn't do it after all. Boy, selective reality sure is handy. If you didn't get a chance to watch the whole press conference & you actually give a shit, I suggest you check it out. Here are a couple of my take-away thoughts on the topic:

• Last night when I watched 60 minutes I thought he looked guilty as hell, but today I am overcome with guilt for thinking so badly of him. Dude was thirsty and pissed off listening to all the allegations. I thought he made a good argument for himself today and seemed genuine and believeable.
• In the phone conversation McNamee kept bringing up how broke he is, and how bad of a financial situation he is in, really seemed like he was trying to bait Clemens into saying "Oh, I can take care of that for you" or something along those lines. I can really buy into Roger's lawyers argument that McNamee was trying to trap Clemens into saying something that could have gotten him in trouble for tampering with a witness.
• What is the hell was Clemens doing letting a strength coach inject him with anything? That just seems so out of place to me? If he really was getting legit B-12 or lidocaine injections, why would he be having this guy doing it?
• As an Athletic Trainer it is pretty annoying to watch a lot of the coverage for this, they are constantly throwing around the term "trainer" and the majority of the time it doesn't have anything to do with the Athletic Training Profession. I know I personally don't want my profession to be associated in any way with this kind of scandal.
• Lastly, I would like to introduce the conspiracy theory that I am going to be using to justify this whole situation from now on. Mitchell of "Mitchell Report" Fame is associated with the Red Sox organization. I would like to contend that he had a vendetta against The Yankees and Roger Clemens and influenced McNamee to indicate Clemens against his own will. I really should have thought of this sooner.

An Open Letter to Roger Clemens

As baseball fans we have the right to "selective reality" - it is our inalienable right. I think it's in the Bill of Rights actually.

Selective reality is that thing that allows us to be absolutally sure that the ump blew the game for our team - even when that pesky instant replay shows that he got the call right. It's the thing that allowed Dodger fans to berate Joe Torre and his inferior managing skills for the past 10 years, then instantaneously hail him as one of the games greatest minds when he crossed over to the dark side late last October. This is what baseball fans do. I should know, I actually managed to convince myself that the 2003 World Series never happened (for those of you who don't know, that's the year that the Florida Marlins allegedly defeated my Yankees for the title.) I also use selective reality when I proclaim Derek Jeter as the best shortstop in the game.

I've got this down to an art. But recently, one Major Leaguer has been making this task pretty difficult for me. Roger Clemens is a legend (even if you take everything else away, the simple fact that he beaned Mike Piazza and knocked him out cold should be enough to get The Rocket into The Hall.) That slow southern drawl, 350 + wins, BFF with Andy Pettite, 7 Cy Young awards, and named his kids all starting with the letter K??? How can you not love this guy?

Then this whole "steriod thing" came about. I mean, honestly, I guess it's really not much of a surprise to anyone, but I desperatly want to use my selective reality to maintain my untainted image of Clemens. He's just making it so difficult. He got caught playing the game that Barry Bond's invented, only he's just not quite as good at it. At least Bonds was either smart enough, or scary enough, to make sure that his steroid supplying flunky was loyal. Clemens - not so much, he managed to associate with only guy with a bigger mouth than Jose Canseco. And now, to make matters worse, he doesn't even have a good excuse that I can buy into. So here is my open letter to Roger Clemens:

Dear Mr. Clemens,

Help a girl out. I don't want to have to turn my autographed baseball to the side with Ramiro Mendoza's name. Please, in the name of all that is good, think of an excuse that is at least plausible. For your convenince I have included a few ideas of my own.

Top 5 Reasons Why Brian McNamee Says I Did Steroids

1) I stole his girlfriend and now he is out for revenge.
2) I tripped and fell on the needle he was prepping for Andy Pettite.
3) The dog ate my homework.
4) Have you ever seen that movie The Fan? Robert Deniro = Brian McNamee
5) I thought it was the flu vaccine.

Thanks,

Heather

Announcing "His Gal Friday"

Yes, the day if finally here, all your diligent blog petitioning(okay, maybe it was just me) has finally come to fruition. Gal has a blog. I am so psyched about this, that I would like to give it the distinct honor of "Congratulations! You did it!! World's Best Link!!" So check it out in the links section, or right here for that matter:
His Gal Friday

p.s. Gal's birthday was on 12/31. She completely deserved an honorary birthday blog, but I was lazy and stupid. Sorry!! I still love you Gal!! This picture of Leonardo DiCaprio is for you.

Sad Mac

This is what I'm doing today. This morning, upon arrival to work, when I plugged my ipod into my brand spanking new ipod docking station to listen to some music I was met with quite a surpise. My ipod sounded like it was chewing on gravel, and then it made the SAD MAC face, as pictured above. My only prior experience with the Sad Mac comes from an episode of Sex and the City where Carrie's computer dies, and it too makes the Sad Mac face. So, for as little as I know about it, I know its bad. My basketball girls assure me that this ipod is dead and that I should just cut my losses and move on. Maybe so.

Later: I took custody of Zeb's ipod for the time being and synced it with my itunes, so things are okay. The old ipod is definitely shot.