Since I no longer have to think about stuff how many batter Mike Timlin will pitch to and when is a good time to pinch run with Dave Roberts, my brain was filled with all sorts of random thoughts today. Not all of them made sense.

-You know how some people named Andre have kids named DeAndre and likewise with Mario and DeMario, I might name my kid DeCal. His nickname will be 'Sticker'.

-I can't decide if I want to shave my goatee. I haven't shaved since the beginning of the epic Red Sox-Yankees series because I was going for the Millar-Mueller-Meintkiewcz beard look. I was saying I wouldn't shave until Boston won the World Series, which thankfully they did. I like it because it makes me look meaner. My mom and grandmother told me it makes me look like a thug. My dad said I look like a bum and if I don't shave, I will somehow become homeless.

-I think I will pre-order the Seinfeld dvd's from Amazon. I usually just like to go to Best Buy and pick up my dvd's, but I guess it's a decent price and I don't know if it will be cheaper at Best Buy. I already pre-ordered Aqua Teen Hunger Force Vol. 3.

-My ear infection seems to have gone away, but those antibiotics I was taking came with a label that said: 'IMPORTANT finish all this medication unless otherwise directed by prescriber.' Since I'm feeling healed, I was thinking about just popping the remaining 15 or so pills all at once (I'm already way off the every 8 hours directions anyways). Will it kill me? Penicillin is just mold, right? So it's just like eating a lot of moldy bread, which taste just fine after toasting and adding butter.

The rain dance needs some fine tuning.

I hate Disney on Ice. I hate Disney with a vengence. I wish nothing but curses for Mickey, Minnie, Donald, and Goofy. I hate Simba, Aladdin, Mulan, and even Snow White. Poccahantas looked kind of cute from my nosebleed seats, so I will let her off the hook. Figure skating sucks enough (especially on an NHL rink!), but throw in the cartoon characters and 1 million little kids, and it makes for a terrible night. Especially on a night when THE RED SOX WIN THE WORLD SERIES! I do not want to see Disney on Ice for another 86 years.

Boston is up 3-0 in the World Series. It is inevitable that the Red Sox will the Series, as only a bunch of total losers could blow a 7 game series up 3-0. I am hoping it rains hard in St. Louis tomorrow night.

Q: Why would I want to delay what might be Boston's finest moment that has been 86 years in the making?
A: Because After following the BoSox all season long, I won't be able to watch any of the game and the potential post game celebration tomorrow.

Q: Why not?
A: I've got work. Usually, that is not a big deal, as I can keep a tv in the back room tuned to the game. However, tomorrow night, I have to take kids on a field trip.

Q: Where to?
A: Freakin Disney on Ice. Not only that, it's in freakin San Jose! No chance for me to get back in time to catch even the end of the game. I was hoping that maybe I could convince my boss that it would be past the kids' bedtimes when we get back, but no such luck.

Time to do a rain dance. Right after I watch Scrubs on tv.

I am under the influences of amoxicillin and coldec. May cause dizziness or blurry vision. The drugs are for an ear infection which made the right side of head feel like exploding. The medications are not for Red Sox Fever.

The phrase 'defense wins championships' surely does not apply to baseball. Sure, the BoSox got the O.C. playing shortstop and Doug Meinkaysaskjdioekjhasdfbkakjivez playing first and Pokey coming in late at second base, but somehow the ball will find its way to MannyLand, where the routine play becomes an adventure. Even Bill Mueller made multiple errors tonight. And the Sox still won. That means I have no worries when David Ortiz has to break out the glove to play first base in games 3, 4, and maybe 5. He may make an error or two, but he's sure to get them runs back with his bat.

I hate the offensive coordinator (or whoever calls the plays) for the Kansas City Chiefs. 8 freaking touchdowns, none for Trent Green. Show the QB and WR's some love.

Some tragic news from NASCAR. A plane carrying members of Rick Hendrick's family and Hendricks Motorsports crashed on the way to the race today. Among those who died were his son Ricky, who raced a little in NASCAR, and his brother, who was the president of Hendricks Motorsports. Rick Hendrick is the owner of the NASCAR teams for Jeff Gordon, Jimmie Johnson, Terry Labonte, and Brian Vickers. It's too bad he won't be able to celebrate Jimmie Johnson's win in the NASCAR race.

YES!!!!

The season premier of the West Wing is finally on!! I had been waiting forever for season 6 to start. I was getting tired of watching all the previous episodes on Bravo.

Oh, and the Boston Red Sox will be going to the World Series.

It's been almost an hour since the game ended and even watching Scrubs couldn't calm me down. (I was so into the game I almost missed the end of an ebay auction I had been watching for a week. Ran to the computer to put in my winning bid with just 28 seconds to go. It was a Johnny Damon autograph card.)I'm really tempted to call in sick for work tomorrow (Red Sox Fever) just so I can watch the game uninterrupted.

My Game 7 thoughts:

Lineups:
Nobody in the Yankee's lineup scares me more than Sheffield. Matsui has been hot and I absolutely hate it when Jeter or Bernie Williams comes to bat with a runner on base. A-Rod is so overrated he has to try and cheat to get on base.
Johnny Damon has absolutely sucked it up for 6 games. Bellhorn has been an automatic strikeout, but he redeemed himself today. Manny hasn't done too much yet, but David Ortiz, the man they call Big Papi, has been Bonds-like. I want Vartiek or Ortiz to bat when the game is on the line.

Pitching:
Tim Wakefield vs. Kevin Brown
Brown smashed his left hand into a wall a month ago. You know Tim Wakefield still has the Game 7 FURY from last year. Both bullpens are wasted. I think Keith Foulke's arm is going to fall off, but Pedro and Lowe should be able to help out. The Yankee's best post-season pitcher has blown 2 saves in games which Boston could have been eliminated. I still think Boston has the edge because of Pedro and Lowe. (Back in 1999, an injured Pedro came out of the pen to no-hit the Indians for 6 innings after Cleveland had scored 6 or 7 in the first 3 innings in game 5 of the ALDS. One of the clutchest pitching performances ever. Yes, that was a long time ago, but I think he could pull out an inning or 2 if needed.)

Fans:
Yankee fans are scared. They won't admit it, but there is no logical reason to pollute your own field with debris if you believe in your team. Blaming the umps for making the correct call is stupid. The Red Sox Nation stands strong. (Note: Red Sox Nation is in no way related to the loser Raider Nation.)

Momentum (aka Big Brother Mo):
After being down 3-0, the Red Sox have nothing to lose and are about to complete the greatest comeback in baseball history. I would not be surprised to see Steinbrenner fire everyone in New York after tomorrow.

I just hope the BoSox score 12 runs in the first 2 innings so the game won't be so freaking intense. The late-innings drama is killing me. I might have to start drinking if the game is close tomorrow.

My back and neck hurt. The crack in my windshield got even bigger (I'll fix it when water starts coming in). The 49ers gave away a victory. The mixed berry 7-Up Plus taste worse than crap.

But at least I get to wear my Pedro Martinez shirt on Monday.

I rarely post more than once in a 24 hour span, but I just saw a commercial on tv for a movie that I want to see. I think the last movie I wanted to see was Dodgeball, so there's not too many movies that can get me to fork over my 10 bucks. Saw. It looks like the movie version of Manhunt, the most violent video game I have ever played. Anyone else want to go? Starts Oct 29th. I'm bringing my mace. Just to protect myself from the other violent sickos at the movie.

I've been inspired by Wilma to run. Bad idea.

0:00 (time elapsed) A bit of stretching, and I'm ready to go.

1:45 (that's one minute and fourty-five seconds, not one hour forty five minutes) I'm going at a good speed and feeling great.

2:30 My right lung collapses. Breathing is tougher, but I can stil manage.

4:40 Heart explodes. Quite painful, but I decided to suck it up and keep going.

6:00 I now realize there is little chance of me getting home before dark. But since I started at 9:50pm, there was little chance of that anyways.

8:10 Left lung collapses. Switching to anaerobic mode.

9:30 Smell the scent of marijuana smoke from a neighbor's house

9:32 I stop to enjoy the fresh air and medicinal powers of the 'fresh' air.

11:00 Fully recovered from injuries, resumes running.

13:00 End of run.

13 minutes to travel 1.4 miles (mileage according to mapquest). The days of track and cross country are long gone. I've decided I'm more of a sprinter now. I challenge anyone to a 20 meter race.

Cal is Mad.

A few days ago, Cal noticed a small crack on the windshield of his car. Didn't know how it got there, but Cal was mad about it. If Cal just positioned his hands on the steering wheel a little differently, Cal wouldn't notice the 3 inch crack in the windshield and Cal would be less mad when driving. But Cal decided it probably would be better to repair the windshield so the gash would not get any bigger. Cal got some stuff to fix it with and was going to patch it after work on Tuesday.

When Cal got in his car after work on Tuesday, the crack must have gone to BALCO because it was now four times bigger than at the start of the day. This made Cal mad. Cal was mad enough to hit something, so he punched the windshield, but not so hard that he would make the crack any bigger. So Cal used some sealer stuff as a temporary fix until he can get to a glass repair place to check out the damage.

Then Cal watched the end of the Red Sox. Cal got mad again and turned all red and started referring to himself in the third person. Then Cal watched Scrubs on tv and relaxed. Scrubs is a good show.

Looking at my Jeff Gordon calendar tells me that today is Thanksgiving Day in Canada. They don't celebrate the Pilgrim thing. They give thanks to God for a plentiful harvest. I give thanks on this day that I'm not Canadian. Especially now that the NHL is having a stupid lockout. Without hockey, Canada is only good for Canadian bacon, which I can get here at Albertson's.

The Jeff Gordon calendar also shows today is Columbus Day. Not that it matters, since I won't have the day off.

The very informational calendar also tells me that Tuesday in Mexico is Dia de la Raza, or the Day of the Race. Being a NASCAR calendar, I thought it might be a day to celebrate auto racing or a marathon, but I discovered it is just their version of Columbus Day. I guess old Christopher must have stopped his ships in America to fill up before heading down to Mexico the next day. I won't be getting this holiday off either.

During last year's baseball playoffs, I was joking to everyone that I was sick and had a disease called Red Sox Fever. This year, it's not as funny because I have been sick with a cold the past few days. Today, I somehow caught Red-Eye Fever. I took some medicine for my sore throat and cold symptoms and headed to work. But when I got there, I noticed my right eye was red, even though I hadn't touched it in any way. It must have made me look pretty sick because my boss and her boss both told me to go home even though Wednesdays are our busiest days.

A couple hours later, my eye looks okay after using half a bottle of Visine. Red-Eye Fever is cured, but I don't think there is enough vaccine to cure the Nation of Red Sox Fever. (Speaking of vaccines, looks like my brother messed up at work)

Last night, there was a fly buzzing around that I attempted to swat and get out of the house. It stubbornly refused to fly out the door when I gave it the chance to escape and continued to annoy me.

This morning I woke up and heard the fly still buzzing around. It stopped for a while and then I heard a higher pitch buzz coming from the window. I thought it was one of the gardeners, but there was nobody outside. I got closer to the window and then I saw what happened. The lousy fly had gotten caught in a spider web and was struggling like mad to break free. Even better, the spider was coming out of its secret hiding spot along the windowsill. So what did I do? Absolutely nothing. I just saw the National Geographic version of the scene from Lord of the Rings when Frodo gets stung and wrapped up by Shelob. (I'm going to have to vacuum the spider to death later.)

Moral of the story: I hate flying insects. And spiders can be your friend when you don't burn them.

THE WORST SPORTS WEEKEND EVER
So bad, I couldn't even watch SportsCenter this weekend.

The Giants baseball season is over. The baseball team from Colorado will now officially be renamed the Em-Effers. One freakin game. I'm too mad to discuss the Giants any more.

To a lesser degree, I'm even upset that Oakland lost this weekend. Boston would have owned the A's in the playoffs.

Fantasy baseball season is also over. Looks like I will finish in second place in my league. So I will have to pay something like 2% for our league dinner.

Speaking of fantasy sports, six starters from my fantasy football team combined to score less points than the 48 year old Emmitt Smith. Trent Green better put up some big numbers on Monday night. And Jamal Lewis better start serving dome jail time (More rantings about the NFL disciplinary policies another day).

The 49ers suck. I'm not mad at the players. I hate the management and the owners. We fire Mooch and let Jim Mora Jr. leave. There are very people I actually wish injuries on, but I hope Dr. John York tears an ACL. Then his cheap butt will probably try to operate on himself.

The NHL should be starting it preseason now. But it's not. The greedy owners and players make me mad because the Sharks are legit Stanley Cup contenders this year. If they ever play this year.

Even NASCAR sucked this week. Dale Earnhardt Jr. gets his 'special' restrictor plate from NASCAR and wins. NASCAR better punish him for his use of a curse word on live tv. If they don't, you know the fix is in.

Some good news not involving auto insurance: Cal football is up to #7 in the polls.

There is this saying I remember from some English class I took a long time ago that goes something along the lines of Don't verb nouns. I thought it was really clever because the noun 'verb' is being used as a verb itself, in violation of this literary rule. (I don't even know if it is even really a rule. It may be have repealed. Maybe it's one of grammar's unwritten rules. Some English teacher help me out here.)

There's a lot of nouns that have a verb tense, such as bunt, water, hammer, an so on. There are many noun can be used in a similiar fashion. However, you can take this verbing of nouns to a whole new level by introducing proper nouns to the mix.

At the King's Club, some of the kids have been playing a bit of football this week. Moss is a very popular verb. It is derived from Minnesota Vikings receiver Randy Moss, one of the most talented football players in the game. Actual lines of dialogue used by real kids this week:
'I can't guard Cal. He's going to Moss over me all day.'
'Did Sha'Ronda really Moss you yesterday? (response) She was Mossing everyone.'
'I'm going to be Mossing you on this play.'

I have actually used the verb tenses of 'Shaq' and 'Kurt Angle' (He was messing with me, so I Kurt Angled him) in conversations with youths and they understand what I mean. You should try it sometimes. Do not use the verb tense of R. Kelly.