Friday, September 21, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I truly am rooting for your team to make the playoffs. And I do think it's going to happen this year.
But limping across the finish line is a tough way to enter the post season.
And I don't want a 3-and-out first round for you guys. I, too, want to see Sox-Yanks in the ALCS.
Unfortunately, your team is not winning.
This is your chance to with the first AL East Title in 10 years. A full decade! All it takes are a few more wins.
I have seen this story before, though. Not just the monumental collapse, but the bullpen that failed. Okajima last weekend, Gagne last night, Papelbon tonight.
If your team had not won on Saturday, they would now be in second place.
As implausible as climbing back from 14.5 games behind sounds, we're just 1.5 back now. Less than a sweep of a double header.
Please get with the program. I want to see Yanks-Sox in the ALCS. I really do.
You are ruining it.
Please begin to win.
A concerned Yankees fan.
Posted by Jason at 9:58 PM
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
I came into a last-minute Sox-Yanks ticket yesterday. The seats that our managing partner has are incredible - 5th row to the right of the Sox dugout.
I ran into Doug while entering the gates, so I knew he was there at the game too. During the 5th inning, my boss, his wife, and son had to leave for a few reasons, so I texted Doug to come join me if his seats were bad. He brought a friend over, and stayed for a couple innings.
This game is a loooong one (it's almost 11pm and we're still in the 7th), I'm a bit tired and at the end of a cold, and the Yanks are losing 7-2, and once again sitting there alone.
I left during Take Me Out To The Ballgame in the middle of the 7th....
...to awake to the headline:
"Mammoth Rally carries Yanks past Red Sox"
The Yanks scored 6 in the top of the 8th, and I was home watching The DaVinci Code.
I deserve to have my Yankees membership card rescinded. I feel empty.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Something got screwed up with my template (perhaps Jason Fox, the rapper, did not like being called out), so I had to shift some things around, bite the bullet, and switch over the the new Blogger Beta templates, which I customized to look similar to how I like things.
I had a perfect rant set up for this morning, but I'm kind of dragging with this cold (day 4), and it has entered the sore throat phase. Pudding and soup this weekend! I'm half considering working from home today. Actually, I'm 75% considering it...
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Somehow, my freshman year in college, I selected the name Jason Fox as my radio name.
And it's cheezy.
I made sure to note that Fox was spelled with one X and not two, thereby avoiding a serving on cheeze on top of cheeze.
But I'm at home, catching up on my Entertainment Weekly magazines, and I see a half-page blurb about some rapper also named Jason Fox, who has some stupid song called "Aunt Jackie," complete with a ridiculous dance.
This is clearly old news, as this video was posted on YouTube months ago.
But nonetheless, I feel strangely violated. Jason Fox was MY cheezy alter ego. Who is this poser?
Posted by Jason at 9:42 PM
Monday, September 10, 2007
Saturday, September 08, 2007
This video is definitely worth investing just over three minutes of your life into watching.
It's a brief history of funny or stupid internet clips, and the people who earned 5 minutes of fame because of them (it can't be 15 minutes...things move faster with the Internet).
It's pretty amazing how many references I remembered...
Posted by Jason at 9:55 AM
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Yesterday was Day 22 of my Summer Lent, and I'm still on the wagon.
It's more difficult to avoid soda than it is booze, to be honest. I just never realized how much soda I consumed. Even though most of what I had drunk were diet or sugar-free equivalents of the full liquid candy bars that are main line carbonated beverages, I had a sense that diet sodas weren't the answer to clean living.
The coffee / tea / seltzer / water component is growing a bit old, but at least I know that the liquids I'm putting inside of me were not manufactured by chemistry majors. (Although I did add milk into that equation when I began desiring cereal for breakfast...and lord knows what hormones they give to cows these days)
I am simply amazed at the social role of alcohol in the lives of (relatively) young Bostonians like myself. You meet people for drinks, you have a drink with dinner, you drink on the beach, drink at the game, meet friends for drinks after work - it's everywhere. That's what I miss the most. When "another round" includes your third club soda, that blows.
It's simply no fun being the furthest from drunk among a group of people drinking. And it's definitely not the physical feeling obtained from drinking alcohol as much as the connection with others while drinking.
Now I can (partly) understand how difficult life is for recovering alcoholics - people who have a dependency on the bottle but are able to kick that need must struggle through the social aspects of watching and interacting with friends and family who are drinking.