The Diatribe * net

Aaron Boone
God Bless Miss Possible. Last night I was watching the Sox-Indians game in the bedroom, and she’s coming by just as the announcer is saying “On Deck for the Indians, Aaron Boone.” She doesn’t look at me at all, and continues unphased into the kitchen when she yells “That Asshole!” I was impressed.

Barry Bonds and the Giants
Is it just me or does everyone want to see Barry Bonds in Pinstripes playing for the Yankees? This way I can get all the players I hate most in baseball (well almost all of them, Boone is now on the Indians and there’s that little scary/ugly outfielder that used to play for the yankees still running around somewhere) on one team.

It would make things so much easier. Right now, I hate the Giants. Every time Bonds hits a homerun, I know he’s getting closer to the Hank Aaron record that I don’t want to see broken by this baseball-ruining freak. Frankly, I don’t think that’s fair to hate an entire team just because I despise one guy on it — but them’s the breaks.

All this comes up because I had the pleasure to watch afternoon a little of the Mets-Giants game while at the Gym. I then see Barry Bonds come up in the bottom of the ninth and hit a game-tying two run shot.”That Asshole,” I said to myself.

And something overheard…
Walking home tonight, I happened to hear a young guy talking on his cell phone to (i’m assuming) one of his buddies. It went something like this:

“So I called that girl last night.”
[pause]
“Yeah, I kinda had to tell her everything.”
[pause]
“Yeah, so she now knows that your name isn’t Thomas, and I’m not a Cab Driver.”

Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think this relationship may be doomed from the start.