Alas, my favorite ballclub has been mathematically eliminated so I will not be able to root, root, root for the Cubbies anymore this season after Sunday's game. However, there are still plenty of teams alive in the playoff race during this final week of the regular season. My American League team, the Indians ("Cleveland? I didn't know they still had a team"), has a chance to win the AL Central if the White Sox continue their slide or at least win the AL Wild Card. The Yankees and Red Sox are also in a battle for the AL East title and/or AL Wild Card and it could go down to the wire. This finish is reminiscent of 1998 when my beloved Cubs had to play Game 163 against the Giants to determine who would win the NL Wild Card (those were the good old days). Nothing is decided in the NL Wild Card race this year either as the Astros or Phillies could earn a spot in the playoffs. This year's postseason should be very exciting. My worst fear would be a Cardinals-White Sox World Series, but I don't think that's going to happen. Once all of the races have been decided, I'll be back to discuss my picks for each playoff series. May the best team win!
Quote of the century for Cubs fans: "Wait 'til next year!"
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
The times they are a-changin'
I had a great time hanging out with my old friends from U of I last weekend in Chicagoland. However, I must admit that it's a little disconcerting to be one of the last of the singletons. Sometimes it's hard to relate when all of your friends are chatting about their marriages and kids, and all you have to talk about is work. I'm by no means complaining because I am very lucky in most respects. Yet, I guess I'm just getting a bit anxious wondering where the heck my knight in shining armor is (maybe he's caught in traffic). I've never been one of those people who lives to work-- I work to live. At least I've got another trip to look forward to next weekend. I'm probably one of the few people who isn't a St. Bonaventure alum that gets excited about going back to Olean, NY. There's nothing like being a lady in a room full of ex-ballplayers. :) Here's to a weekend full of fun and frivolity!
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Come Fly With Me
Hello there, blog fans! Sorry it has been so long since my last post. I guess you could say that I've been a little busy... However, now I'm back and better than ever with plenty of stories to tell. Since the last time you heard from me, I have seen Michael Buble' in concert yet again. Believe it or not, his last stop on the American leg of his tour was in Memphis (I swear I'm not a stalker)! Michael put on a great show at the Botanical Gardens and I am counting the moments until he's back in the USA.
The title of this post not only refers to the wonderful song Mr. Buble' sings, but also to my travels last weekend. I flew to Chicago to attend my college friend Mary's wedding. After finishing a hectic work week (actually the entire month of August was absolute insanity), all I wanted to do was hop on the plane, close my eyes, and listen to some tunes on my CD player. Yet, my plans changed dramatically when a major hottie sat down in the seat next to me. His name was Tony and he was totally my type- tall, dark, and Latin! I had actually spotted him earlier in the terminal and thought he was dreamy. Anyway, Tony is a medic in the Army and he had the weekend off so he flew to Chicago to surprise his mom (isn't that adorable?). He talked to me the entire flight about his job, what kind of movies/books he likes, and his past relationships with women. Tony actually asked me what I do for a living and seemed genuinely interested, which is sure a refreshing change of pace from most of the young men I know. It's a shame that he lives in Louisiana because we really hit it off (you've gotta love a guy who thinks that Paris Hilton looks anorexic). I was this close to giving him my number so we could chat some more, but I figured if it is meant to be then we will fly the friendly skies together again someday. I have much more to share about my Labor Day weekend, but it will have to wait until next time. Hasta la vista, baby!
The title of this post not only refers to the wonderful song Mr. Buble' sings, but also to my travels last weekend. I flew to Chicago to attend my college friend Mary's wedding. After finishing a hectic work week (actually the entire month of August was absolute insanity), all I wanted to do was hop on the plane, close my eyes, and listen to some tunes on my CD player. Yet, my plans changed dramatically when a major hottie sat down in the seat next to me. His name was Tony and he was totally my type- tall, dark, and Latin! I had actually spotted him earlier in the terminal and thought he was dreamy. Anyway, Tony is a medic in the Army and he had the weekend off so he flew to Chicago to surprise his mom (isn't that adorable?). He talked to me the entire flight about his job, what kind of movies/books he likes, and his past relationships with women. Tony actually asked me what I do for a living and seemed genuinely interested, which is sure a refreshing change of pace from most of the young men I know. It's a shame that he lives in Louisiana because we really hit it off (you've gotta love a guy who thinks that Paris Hilton looks anorexic). I was this close to giving him my number so we could chat some more, but I figured if it is meant to be then we will fly the friendly skies together again someday. I have much more to share about my Labor Day weekend, but it will have to wait until next time. Hasta la vista, baby!
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