Cratering

A half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk.

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Cratering

a half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk
Metallica - Wherever I May Roam
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Wherever I May Roam // Metallica

If loving the black album unabashedly means I have to hand in my metal card, so be it.

And the Earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone

Professional Weirdness Abounds

Looking forward to shenanigans with you various rapscallions, gadabouts, and agents provocateur to take my mind off it this weekend.

Kim wrote to me on Facebook, btw. She says that she hopes to “get back to stuff” soon. :)

Good news on kimalah, you guys.

Big Day

Here we go.

so-hockey-eh:

Corey celebrating the empty netter/his shutout!

so-hockey-eh:

Corey celebrating the empty netter/his shutout!

Has anybody heard from kimalah?

This was before the game. It’s almost like NBC knew.
That Seabrook hit made me ill. I don’t want my hockey team to play that way. They deserved to lose this game, and deserve to lose this series.

This was before the game. It’s almost like NBC knew.

That Seabrook hit made me ill. I don’t want my hockey team to play that way. They deserved to lose this game, and deserve to lose this series.

It tests you

David, a third grader who is playing in his second baseball game ever, steps to the plate to face Luca, an athletic fourth grader who has been playing since little sluggers tee ball.

The game moves really, really fast for the learners. We have a couple of them. The rules are complex: where do I throw it? Should I run to third on a grounder to the left side with less than two outs? Which way is left field? And the mechanics are just ridiculously hard. As has been observed a million times, the greatest hitters ever fail nearly 70% of the time.

David somehow manages to get his bat out over the plate at the right moment, and thanks to the physics of inelastic collisions, the hard thrown ball bounds off of it and over the first baseman’s head, rolling to a stop just down the line in that space where it’s gonna take a while for anyone to get there. David’s on his way to second when the throw goes into left field. When he gets to third, that kid kicks it to the fence. David makes it home and slides awkwardly (for no reason—there was no play). Lots of little league there.

The kids in our dugout go NUTS. It’s a nice bunch, again. Supportive, attentive, respectful of the game and each other and the harried adults who are trying to wrangle them. They all know it’s a BIG DEAL that David got a home run. (Single with three errors? That’s not how I scored it.) David’s beaming. 

But as we look back out to the field, the coaches from the other team are talking to the umpire about something. They instruct Luca to step off the rubber and throw the ball to the first baseman, who touches the base. “HE’S OUT!” calls the umpire. In the thrill of the moment, David had forgotten to touch first base. The game moves really, really fast. David’s too confused to be crushed, but his older teammates know what happened and we do our best to shore them all up. Still some game to play.

In the next half inning—the bottom of the sixth, the end of the game—David’s playing third, we’re nursing a 1-run lead, and it’s the heart of the other team’s lineup. Our soft-tossing pitcher coaxes an ill-timed swing from one of their bruisers and he pops it up to the left side. David, undaunted, steps over and catches the ball. Calmly, easily, like he does this every day when in fact he’s never done it before in his life. It’s the critical out of the inning. From there, we hold the lead. He gets one of the game balls.

He passed that test. There’s another one for him and all the rest of them on Tuesday.

Didn’t we used to be able to make voice posts direct from the iOS app?

Coach Q would like to see the delay of game penalty called more accurately, and has a friendly suggestion for the referees in the meantime.

Coach Q would like to see the delay of game penalty called more accurately, and has a friendly suggestion for the referees in the meantime.

Left on my desk. Not sure what she’s trying to say.

Left on my desk. Not sure what she’s trying to say.

Robbie Fulks - Pretty Little Poison
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Pretty Little Poison // Robbie Fulks feat. Lucinda Williams

Careful. The dark sexual energy of this song can strip paint off of steel.

hellhoundmusic:

Local H (Lorde ‘Team’) cover

FUCK. YEAH.