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Saturday, September 29, 2012

Baseball At The Movies

  I have a new favorite baseball movie, Trouble With The Curve.
I won't tell you all about it, because you need to see it for yourself. The story line is great, the actors were perfectly cast, and it seemed to be written by someone who knows about baseball.
  Over the years, I have seen many baseball movies, some I liked, some I loved, and a few were forgettable. Most people will name The Natural as the best all time baseball movie. I think it is boring and way too long. I feel the same way about Eight Men Out, and Field Of Dreams. Now there's a movie that makes no sense. Field Of Dreams was probably a very good book, but I don't think it transitioned well to film. I can hear the groans and almost see your eyes rolling, but really, If you think about it, it was a stupid plot and an excuse for Kevin Costner to over act. I preferred him as the likable, "I'm only serious about baseball", character, Crash Davis, in Bull Durham.
  I must admit, when delivering quotes from great movies, I sometimes get Bull Durham and Major League confused. But they were both so funny, as was The Sand Lot. What movies do these lines come from?
 You're all a bunch of lollygagers!
 You're killin' me, Smalls!
  I look like a banker.
 I hope you had fun with that, and by the way, There's No Crying In Baseball!

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Random Observations

 I was watching Fox & Friends this morning and noticed something peculiar. All the women, even the guest, had unusually prominent cheek bones. The only rational explanation is, the make up artist has found a way to accentuate cheek bones and was practicing on every female on the show.
 For those unfamiliar with Fox & Friends, let me say, this is a morning news show, about like The Today Show, except they interview far fewer liberals. Fox News is a very good news network, but they will never be taken seriously until they fire all the pageant make up artist. No one wants to see Miss Rhode Island, discussing poverty and crack babies at 6:00 o'clock in the morning.

  Driving to work the other morning, I passed one beautiful house and lovely, manicured lawn, right after another. Then suddenly, there it was. I couldn't really tell much about the house itself, with all the cars parked on the lawn. But, it had foil in the windows and very little paint. There was a child's wadding pool, filled with murky water, and a pitiful old dog was drinking from it. Posted on the trunk of an old dead tree, was a sign. NO TRESPASSING! Everything about this house said, stay away. I hardly think a no trespassing sign was necessary.

 If you're a Texas Rangers fan, have you noticed some of the players and all of the bull pen are growing beards? Around this time, every season, they do something for "good luck". Baseball players are notoriously superstitious. I am only superstitious about baseball, and after losing a one to one extra inning game on Friday night and getting shut out today, I think I'll send them a package of disposable razors. I'm just sayin'...

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Elvis Got A Home Run

  Some crazy, out of the ordinary stuff has happened today. Laqueta got a new car, Stacie's engaged, Bill O'Riley said something funny and Elvis Andrus got a home run. And, of course, after a month long dry spell, I am,  finally posting something on my blog.
  I have had such a busy life the last few weeks. We have been trying to sell our house, and we've made multiple trips to East Texas. But most of my brain has been occupied by the worst bank conversion I have ever been through. Seriously, I thought it would be easier. After all, I go through bank conversions like Alex Rodriguez goes through aging starlets.
 I didn't watch any of the Republican convention,(convention, conviction, whatever..) last week, because the Rangers were playing great ball. I don't expect to watch any of the Dem's this week for the same reason, but now and then, Jon switches channels and I am simply amazed. Thank God we have baseball!


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A wife, mother, and spoiler of small dogs, I grew up in a small West Texas town, with my eyes full of sand, and my heart full of joy.

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