Wow...

I'm really bad at this lately. Which is weird, because we're so in the thick of it.

Pistons are playing well, can close it out tonight. Chauncey is still a gametime decision, but hopefully, we can suck it up like last game and it will be a non-issue. I am not sure who I'd prefer to face, as the Boston Three are looking very human, while LBJ is so studly, he can tell off his mama. Wow.

Red Wings are KILLING it, 9 in a row and making teams look silly - I was worried that Franzen being out might be an issue, but we keep on rolling along. I am interested to see if Pittsburgh pulls it out (and it looks like they will) how the marketing of the old-school Wing team vs. the mighty new starts of Crosby and Malkin plays out.

The Tigers, welllllll. Yeah. They are continuing to non-dazzle. I guess it's been too long a suck streak to put on anything other than... we're not a very good baseball team. I don't know HOW we're not, but we're not. Either everyone bats, or no one does. Or our pitching is good enough just with no run support, or we get shelled. I can't understand, and everyone is banning me from attending games for a while (I'm 0-4 in attendance, 0-5 for games I had tickets for!).

Oh, and did I mention my house sold? It's verbally approved from the bank, just need a final inspection and I should be moving by June. Last semblance of being a Mrs., finally complete. I cannot wait to sell that damn ring and buy a new computer with the money. w00t!

UGH

It's not that I don't want to post, I promise. But it's a lot harder when you don't have your own computer. I have a work laptop that allows for SOME shenanigans, but going on image searches, cussing my brains out about the Tigers, talking dirty about Curtis Granderson, making slightly off color jokes, etc., all feels a little funky on my work computer. Particularly in light of the craziness that befell Christmas Ape on KSK, well, I guess I am just leaning on the side of caution.

I am, however, continuing my jinx streak (0-3 at Comerica this year). I continue scratching my head at the Lions and the drafting of two people I'd never heard of in rounds 1 & 2. I am yelling an awful lot at the Pistons - technically, I guess I'm yelling at my TV - for the lackluster play. The Wings are at least churning along at a rate I would expect, now that they've made it out of the first round. And I want Jason Taylor to dance with me. BADLY.

And really, that's all I've got. Still in the house of horrors, hoping the mortgage company sees fit to screw my credit and let me out of this last remnant of being a Mrs. Still keeping company with the same fellow, who is lovely. Considering breaking my mom's heart and moving to Chicago next year. All in all... meh.

0-5, the Cheeseman and other thoughts

So... this is getting irrationally annoying.

Yes, I realize there are tons of games yet to be played, and I am sure heading out of town might actually help this team's suddenly fragile psyche, but - GOD.

Wild things: Dontrelle Willis' walks, brutal bullpen lead to 0-5

White Sox drop Tigers to 0-5

White Sox touch up Willis, drop new-look Tigers to 0-5

These are not the headlines any Tiger fan was expecting to start the season, that's for sure. I know, there are some new guys, new chemistry, few guys - most importantly my main man Curtis - aren't healthy, but OOF. This is sick.

Seeing a .091 next to Polanco's name on the scoreboard? Unthinkable - and it only went down as the day went on. That CLETE THOMAS is our hottest bat? REALLY????? That the previously thought to be gone (and ninth in the order) Brandon Inge is our best chance to score with this high-powered offense? Yeesh. Really all I can say.

As for the pitching everyone was worried about - um, yes. Justification complete, now can we flipping find the strike zone and our bats?

I reserve special hatred right now for Jason Grilli. His performance Friday was obscene. Work should have blocked GameCast due to being NSFW - or not suitable for humanity, really. Jesus, Cheeseman, you don't like when the fans rip you? Maybe you should try and throw anything resembling MLB quality pitches. Fuck. You.

Sigh. At least the weather was nice, I guess. The ballpark looks as good as ever. And the boy that sits next to me is still hot. So, not a total waste, I suppose.

Opening Day

Well, my first opening day lived up to all the hype. Plenty of beer, baseball, extra innings, no rain, random drunk dials, hitting the bars, hitting the club, passing out on the drive home... And still making it to work with a smile the next day. If only the sun had come out, it would've felt like the perfect day!


I'm in crazy town at work, and the home computer went to the ex in the split, so I don't have quite the ability to be a frequent posted as I'd planned. This may hopefully change soon as long as Citimortgage takes some pity on my situation.

Tournament Time and other ramblings

So, the bracket in which I have Duke going to the Final Four is not only alive in my pool, but in 2nd place. This is why I love gambling. Such agony yesterday, only to get standings and be rejuvenated.

SAD PANDA: Curtis Granderson broke his finger and is out for 3 weeks.

GLAD PANDA: I'M GOING TO OPENING DAY!!!!!! Tickets were secured this morning. The boy got ants in his pants and we hit StubHub to ensure butts would have seats. GIGGITY! Of 11 guaranteed games this year, three are opening week. Hope I have lots of warm clothes clean... or that we get a snow delay to say, June.

Finally

I'd been waiting to learn whether I hate or love Terrelle Pryor. Guess I get to hate him now. Not like, break an ankle and hope it turns gangrenous and he loses a foot hate... maybe, but at least the hope he's a bust and the pins and needles turn out to make him look like a douchebag for the ages hate. Because that's what makes college football fandom so fun. A kid I wanted so badly to anchor my favorite team and lead us back to the championship hunt is now going to be one of my biggest enemies. And aside from a YouTube clip here or there, I've never yet seen him play. Fanaticism at it's finest, to be sure.

So, watched the Pistons/Nuggets game last night. Boy, was that one a snoozer. I mean, 73 points in a half? Way to roll over, guys. Heh. Freaking ridiculous. I suppose there may have been a Palace locker room mention or two about not letting the Nugs hang so many points on the home team, that the 'Stones could score 168 if they FELT like it... When I heard the stat that we were shooting 63% from the field and that Jarvis Hayes was once again lighting it up, well, I got to having a pretty relaxed dinner. Granted, we let a 23 point gap close to 11, which I was none too pleased by, but hey, a win's a win, and watching Rasheed go off is always a treat.

It's funny, there's a passage in the book God Save the Fan that defines Detroit Pistons fans as being in disbelief that we could love Sheed so much. 1000% true, I had no real expectations of him, figuring him to definitely be the secondary Wallace in Detroit for all time. Now, yeah, I TOTALLY use "Ball Don't Lie!" in my everyday vocabulary.

Wings at Nashville tonight, will probably have it on as I finalize my last couple brackets. God I love this time of year!

Uh Oh

Someone's been busy... but has had enough personal drama and stress that it might just be time to start writing as a method of cathartic healing. Unless, of course, you happen to be reading this tripe, in which case, may God have mercy on your soul.

Expect an uptick in SQUEEEEEEEEING as opening day is in less than two weeks and I'll be downtown. Not yet officially in Comerica, so if anyone would like to play Client-9 to my Kristen...

Okay, not really. I do have a boyfriend and a modicum of self respect. But dude, I'll totally moon you. (I'd volunteer to flash, but I have a much nicer bottom line.)

In any case, Denver's in town tonight, and after hanging 168 the other evening, I'm interested to see how they play the 'Stones. I naturally have half days Thursday and Friday for the NCAA's and will surely be doing some reportage on whatever upsets occur. Or, just bitch about hating Duke like everyone else does. Either way.

Only irony in returning to the blog? If there's a God and my house sells soon, I may actually have a short stint living in... get ready for it... MY PARENT'S BASEMENT! But that would mean I'm free and clear of the douchebag ex, so I say - Giddyup.