Brakes Can Be Bad...

In racing there is a mantra that goes: Slower is faster. I think this still applies here except slower will sometimes have you on your face faster. Thanks Matt for reminding us why the rest of us didn't want to ride off of a 5-foot ledge. You get bonus points for splattering yourself on someone else's bike. Sorry for the poor resolution, I shot this on my phone. Next time I'll be in a better position to capture all of the action. The best part is, I know there will be a next time...

Landing on your face (Matt) or splitting your elbow open (Ralph) isn't exactly fun. But with enough people and bikes you can have a lot of fun doing it.

I'm off this Friday and next Tuesday if anyone is interested...

When There Is No Lesser Evil

I hate the Yankees, but not as much as I hate the Red Sox.  This might explain why it was so hard to watch them play today.  It was an awesome game, the kind of game you wish you watched every time you watch baseball.  If two other teams were playing I might not have given in to the afternoon nap.  Deep down inside I wanted them both to lose.  I wished Bud Selig would lean over the rail of his box seat and declare the game over.  No winners, only losers, and no asterisks.  I'm not bitter just because I'm an Angel's fan.  Well, maybe a little bit.  Sure, I'm sick of being owned by Boston every October and the Yankees using dollar signs to pull away future hall of fame talent.  

What really bugs me about New York and Boston is their fans.  Or at least the fans in Orange County that go to Angel Stadium.  I've met Red Sox fans that hadn't seen Boston until Netflix sent them The Departed and Fever Pitch.  When Edison lost the naming sponsor to Angel Stadium they should have renamed it Fenway West.  At least the Yankee fans wear blue so you can sort them out from a distance.  If you want to be a Yankee fan that's fine.  My Grandfather was from Yonkers.  I can understand the loose connections that make people cheer for teams on the other coast.  But just because you're a Yankee fan doesn't mean you need to be an a-hole.  This is Orange County.  We're supposed to be stuck up, not belligerent.

Look, I've been an Angel fan since I was 6.  I remember the orange seats, the football press box, and when the Budweiser Patio was called WallyWorld.  So I have tons of credibility to think that I'm better than any other fan that walks into Angel Stadium.  Plus, it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to.

Please Sir, May I Have Another E-Mail Address?

This morning I created another gmail account.  After all, everyone needs 4 gmail accounts, right?  I've got one for my fictious business, one for my fictious name, one for school, and now one with a future professional certification.  Then there's the corporate e-mail I have from work, the free e-mail addresses that came with my domain, an AOL mail account I set up for an online class but never used, a couple defunct yahoo accounts that are the result of a failed eBay enterprise, and the hotmail account I've had for over 10 years.

I've tried to cut the hotmail account loose many times but I just can't pull the trigger.  I've had it for so long, I feel completely vested.  For example, my screen name is [my real name]009@hotmail.com.  Why 009?  Well, 009 was my pager code back in the day.  Waaay back in the day.  If your under the age of 25 you have no idea what I'm talking about.  In the 90's, if you wanted to get a hold of someone you had to page them (with numbers only).  

Kids today think they are so cool with their LOL's and OMG's.  I used to say hello with a 0, two 7's, a 3, and a 4.

When paging, I'd leave a call back number and my pager code so the person would know that it was me.  

Back then only drug dealers, doctors, and Zack Morris had cell phones, and pay phones were everywhere.  

So, if I needed to get a hold of my mom to pick me up, I'd page her: 8675309 009.  If she didn't recognize Jenny's number at least she would know that I was the one paging her.  It's hilarious that my pager code made it's way onto an e-mail address that I still have today.

I'm beginning to think that I have a problem with all these e-mail addresses.  This might explain why I don't feel the need to have a MySpace or Facebook profile.  I have so many online personalities that I can socially network with myself.  Please tell me I'm not the only one...