World Series

Just finished watching the last 3 innings of game 5 of the World Series.

Coming in, I didn't really know who to cheer for. It was either the "Worst to First" Tampa Bay Devil Rays, or the winners of the NL East Philadelphia Phillies. To be honest, since my Braves struggled so bad this year, I didn't really care. I just wanted good baseball.

Watching the last few innings of the first EVER delayed WS game was actually really exciting. After a few runs were scored on each side, Philly obviously ended up winning it all only a few minutes ago, but there was one moment that really got to me.

Philly was ONE strike away from the WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONSHIP with Brad Lidge at the plate. Before he threw the third (and what turned out to be final) pitch of the at-bat (and the season), I turned to my mom, and said, "Listen to how loud the crowd is right now. This could be the last pitch of the game. See if you notice them getting louder if it is."

We waited and watched Lidge throw a strike, and as the ball hit the catcher's mitt, the crowd ERUPTED and vocalized their excitement to the highest possible degree. It was an awesome moment, and it's something you really only see in sports.

I rewound it on the DVR three times just to see the crowd reaction, and then Fox showed clips from every player's point of view of the same moment. Every time you'd think the crowd had hit its peak, the people would get louder upon the completion of the final pitch, and everybody's face would light up. Every player sprinted to the mound with a giant smile on their face. Honestly, if you could bottle the emotion of the crowd and the players from that MOMENT and moments like it and take it as medicine, there would never be another unhappy or sick person for the rest of time. I guarantee it.

Of course, they showed the Tampa Bay dugout too, which was the complete opposite of how Philly felt, but as they say, with every reaction, there's an equal but opposite reaction. Being in Philly however, the positive reaction was a lottttt bigger than the negative.

Again, I don't really care about the outcome of this particular series. I talked to my friend Kellie about how disappointed I was in this year's postseason. But even though my Braves were done as of late July, and there were no broken curses this time, October baseball always finds a way to give me chills and remind me that no matter what the state of the world may be, there will always be good things to look forward to in this life.

Drew.

PS: Watch out for my BRAVES next year...

State Fair

Went to the NC State Fair Monday night. I rode some rides. Got hasseled by the people who run the games for being a "Cheap Date". Oh, and I ate. A lot.

Here's a little Mlog (that's "Meal-Log" for those who don't know) of my food from the fair.

Appetizer:
FRIED OREOS and COOKIE DOUGH.
Feeling after and during consumption:
CLARITY. I pulled a "Field of Dreams" and said "Is this Heaven?", where someone replied "No. It's North Carolina." Ah well, from what I could tell, it's what they'll SERVE in Heaven.


Main Course:
COUNTRY HAM BISCUIT
Feeling after and during consumption:
Delicious. Biscuits are my favorite type of "bread" if you were to categorize them. I think cornbread and croissants are a close second.

Dessert:
FRIED THREE MUSKETEERS CANDY BAR
Feeling after and during consumption:
Disappointment, bloatedness, sickness. Fried candy bars don't live up to the hype. Bluhhh...


Dessert #2:
CURLY FRIES
Feeling after and during consumption:
Relief. I needed some salt and grease to balance everything out. They were delicious.


So there you have it folks. I don't even want to know the calorie count, but dang, it was amazing. The only regret I have is that I didn't eat any BBQ, roast corn, grilled peppers, cotton candy, popcorn, or funnel cakes. Ah well. Next time.

Until then, it's fried food detox for Drew.

DS

PS: Here are some more pics from the night...

The Man.

Wondering where Barack Obama got his name?

He was actually born on Krypton, and sent here by his father, Jor-El, to save the planet Earth.

Chicken in a Biskit Crackers

I had no idea these existed until I had the pleasure of eating a few of these delicate crackers last night. The name and the box CRACK[er]ED me up. Pun intended, of course.



I promise I will write something worth reading when I have something to say. Until then, go buy some of these crackers.

D.

DREAMS

...are weird, from time to time...

I had a crazy dream last night/this morning. Here's the scenario that I wanted to share with everybody, and please, tell me how weird it is...

Here we go:

I dreamed I was at the Winter Olympics, which happened to be in Raleigh this time around. It was the "Ice Dancing" event, which involved male/female couples dancing on skates on the ice. It was taking place at the RBC Center in this dream, and the point where I joined the dream occurred when the female of the couple put the male's foot in her mouth...

The commentator, which in these events always seems to have a cheesy line, said, "well, that's a big load in her mouth." I started laughing like crazy, because I thought in my head, "that's what she said...". In the dream, a beautiful girl next to me started laughing, and we hit it off, until some older douche in front of us turned around and told me to be quiet.

I couldn't really understand why I should, so I got in a fight in my dream. I ended up back at the hotel bar where I was staying, because he got me kicked out of the Olympics, and I finally crashed for the night.

The next morning, I woke up and there he was, THE SAME GUY, and it was gameday for NC State/Clemson, and he was wearing both NCSU and Clemson clothing. I said, "hey man, you can't wear red AND orange today", and got in a fight.

I ended up beating the daylights out of him, but got kicked out of the hotel. It was pretty whack, but definitely a weird dream...

Woohoo though...

Tonight was fun, and tomorrow will be even better, because it's Saturday. Goodnight everybody...

Drew.