tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50504002011-04-22T00:41:45.381-04:00Blogs you should read: <br> <br> <a href="http://www.xanga.com/sportsgoddess">my alter ego</a><br> <a href="http://www.outdooradvertisingauthority.com/mascots.html">Mascots</a><br> <a href="http://www.spiritofplace.com/modemnoise/index.html">Modem Noise</a><br> sports goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734458017615380590noreply@blogger.comBlogger1661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050400.post-1079900798216837032004-03-21T15:26:00.000-05:002004-03-21T15:29:57.140-05:00

Most notably a comment made by Rene Portland on the pre-game show today. If PSU wins their game today, they'll be forced to act as the visitors in all ways except the jersey in the next game. As the lower seed, Va Tech isn't going to give up its home bench, as they are playing (foolishly, unfairly but that's last time's rant) on Va Tech's home court. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And such is the

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Lady Lions receive a number one seed. So they go to the home court of the, what, number 8 seed? Then, if they win, they have to go to UConn, home of the number two seed? How stupid is that? How stupid and unfair -- ridiculously unfair -- that UConn never has to leave home? Not just this year, but every year. Every freakin' year, they play Rounds 1 and 2 on their home court. Do I think

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I got bored watching the Avalanche play last night. The game was dull. There weren't even any good hits, at least not while I was watching. Most excitement was a couple Abie saves and Joe -- my Joe! -- Sakic getting time in the penalty box. Eh, it was an extra close up of him. But still, it was a very boring game. And I rarely find hockey boring. It was almost like watching soccer! Ugh.

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Jeremy Roenick is talking about retirement. Getting nailed in the face twice in a couple of months with a hockey puck surely wouldn't be fun. The first time left a scar Herman Munster would be proud of. The second time left a shattered jaw and a 9th concussion. JR is not sure he'll be able to come back to play hockey. Hockey loses (please ESPN, should he retire, give him the seat next to

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Even with 3 feet of snow still covering the ground. Yesterday it was warm enough to walk around with the coats unzipped and no hats and the Cafe had tables set up outside, with people sitting at them. But even if we had a blizzard and temps in single digits, it would still be spring time. Pitchers and catchers reported this week. Woo hoo! It is baseball season, baby. I'm dreaming of the

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Forgive me if you've seen it, but this is one of those rants I need to get off my chest. I've been ranting for days about it, and I've already posted it at my alter ego site. I was reading a little blurb in Sporting News, a blurb that claimed Kelly Mazzante (nor Penn State nor the Big Ten) could not claim that Kelly has the Big Ten scoring record because she bettered a man. Because girls

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What could be better? Joe Sakic scores a hat trick in the all star game. Every score means a close up. And a hat trick mean an MVP. An MVP means a trophy presentation close up AND an interview. I'm in heaven . . . You know, I read all these blogs, women who sigh and go ga-ga over Johnny Depp and rock stars and other movie stars, and I don't. Those guys don't do anything for me. Well,

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Man, you'd think people never watched NYPD Blue or watched Home Box or anything. Sheesh. Why are people so outraged that there was boobage on Sunday at the game? How many shots of the cheerleaders in their bimbo outfits did they show? Okay, maybe you didn't see a nipple, but goshdarn close to it. CBS needs to grow up. And if Powell is going to have a fit about this, then he better start

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but have been ignoring ESPN and other sporty stuff because it just hurts not seeing my Eagles in the Super Bowl. Now, this will sound weird and all, but I'm more annoyed that the Patriots are playing than the Panthers. Yeah, the Panthers beat my Eagles and I should be really ticked about that. But I'm not. Instead, I admire them. They won three tough games, two on the road. This is a team

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Eagles play today. I'm not sure I can wait until 6:45. Oh, the waiting is so painful. I always hate late games when Penn State plays because the anticipation builds up and I get jumpy and nervous and oh I hate it. The football gods are toying with me, making my Eagles play late. Kelly Mazzante should break the Big Ten women's scoring record today. And if she punches in her average per game

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When it goes to overtime. I knew that Eagles-Packers game would be tough. I was worried about it. But to take it to overtime? Does this team have no respect for the hearts of their old lady fans??? Saw Chris Gamble, DB for Ohio State, decided to go pro. Yea. I'm glad. The pundits are saying that Gamble isn't ready for the pros, and they are right. He's not. The kid looks good because he

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Am I the only person left who isn't interested in the Mars pictures? Every time I see them, I think of all the money that could have been used to provide health benefits for poor people, to provide college grants and scholarships so all kids can get the education they deserve not just afford, to provide food and shelter, to capture Osama. But that's just me. I guess the people at JPL say that

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Happy 2004! Happy Presidential Election Season! Pay attention to what's happening folks. This is our future at stake. Don't sit idly by. If you don't like Howard Dean, don't accept that he is our default choice. The media don't decide our elections, much as they try. If you don't like George W., don't accept that he'll win re-election. Consider this my jumpstart to push for something I

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If you watch sports at all, you'll know that Brett Favre's (quarterback for the Green Bay Packers for my non-sporty-type readers) father passed away on Sunday. It was announced during the Sunday night game; Green Bay had to play on Monday in a game with playoff implications. The broadcasters kept saying "important" game, and it was by football standards, but not in the overall scheme of things.

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It's been a while since I've been here. I kind of go back and forth between two blogs. This one is mostly my sports ramblings, which I love doing. The other has some sports ramblings but also other things (if you are so interested: www.xanga.com/sportsgoddess). Anyway. I think the BCS has, once again, fucked up. If I was in charge, well, the first thing I'd try to do is get rid of the BCS

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First is sports stuff: Why did Nebraska fire Frank Solich? The guy had over a 75% winning percentage in his 6 years as head coach. He was 9-3 this past season. Apparently the new athletic director had an agenda, and that agenda didn't include Solich. His public statement was that Nebraska can't "compete" with Oklahoma. Well, how does he know that? Nebraska hasn't played Oklahoma for a

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It's cold out. Winter parka, scarf over the face, steam pouring off bald heads cold out. Now it feels like hockey season. And don't you know, hockey is on tv right now. Avs and Devils. Now anybody who reads this blog knows how much I love ESPN, and ESPN has some of the best promo commercials anywhere. But I do not like the new hockey promo: Made in America. What is up with that? Hockey

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All right, I'll admit it. I'm glad we aren't playing a PSU-Pitt game today. Unless it was in Pittsburgh. heh heh. It is POURING here, a blustery ugly late November day. If it were snow, it would be blizzard conditions. That would make for an interesting game at least. Anyway, it's black Friday, the one day out of the year I refuse to go shopping -- at least before supper time. It'll be

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I've grown to hate this weekend of the college football year. Rivalry weekend. Ohio State-Michigan. USC-UCLA. The Iron Bowl. The Civil War. The Apple Cup. Penn State-Michigan State. Huh? PSU-MSU was the made up on paper "rivalry" game when we entered the Big Ten. They gave it a trophy (the heralded Land Grant Trophy. Why not a pig or an ax or something cool like that?). They made it

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Now that I started the new job, I'm starting a new postcard wall. I decided to go with brand new post cards, rather than the old ones I had hanging up at the other job. Fresh start and all that. Not to mention, some of those postcards have been up for 3 years and I need something new. So, I'm looking for post cards. Send me some to hang up on my new wall!

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That's my high school, and they won a huge game tonight that no one thought they'd win. Heck, they've been undefeated for the first time in school history and they didn't even get any credit for that. Now they bumped off the team ranked number one (or damn near close to it) in the state. I wonder if anyone will pay attention to them now. I'm listening to Christmas music. Don't ask me why,

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What is it about my Nits? Why are they falling flat in the locker room at half time? Forever, they were the ultimate second half team. You could always count on them being fired up, scoring on their first drive of the second half, taking over the game. Now, they are flat. They can't do shit in the second half. What's happening? Why is no one talking about this? Is JoePa giving the half

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To the Big Ten, that is. Two people this weekend said to me (and others have said it in the past), don't I want Ohio State to win because they are a Big Ten school. Uh. No. I have loyalty to one school. I don't care about the Big Ten. Most folks here don't care about the Big Ten. We didn't choose this goofball conference. It was forced on us. We had a comfortable hatred with Pitt and

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Two subjects that are completely unrelated. Penn State is going through a rough period in football right now. Shit happens, you know. Teams go up, teams go down, and you've got to bounce through the rough stuff, fire the offensive coordinator, and wait it out. You always believe in your team because it is your team. I'll bleed blue and white until the day I die, even if the (*&#$^

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Way too busy to write much at the moment, but I will get caught up and my cynical views of the sports world will return. Probably tomorrow. Or not. Got to celebrate the birthday today. Meat loaf and mashed taters for supper. Yum. Champagne chilling in the fridge. Yum. Football watching with the buddies. Thanks to everybody who wished me good thoughts of the day. I don't care how old I

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How could the Marlins beat the Cubs? HOW??? But that's not what I want to talk about. I want to gripe about the radio sports talk around here, complaining about Joe Paterno and the football team. Okay, this is for all those people out there who obviously don't pay attention to what happens on their own team, or in college football in general. To those of you who can't believe that we lost

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That's the theme for this week. The Red Sox down 2 games to none, and they come back to beat the A's (and I won't mention how I told a certain Red Sox fan I know that one should never give up until it is over). The Colts score and score and score in the final five minutes of their game against the Bucs. And the Gophers (damn you Gophers!) give up 31 points to Michigan in the 4th quarter (damn

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The boys on the ice are back. Woo hoo! I love football, but hockey is sexy. And hockey has cool sounds. And my Flyers won tonight. Double woo hoo! I cannot wait to see the Avs. Sunday night on ESPN2. I'm there. I've got to go to bed. This week has been BLEH.

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We had snow this week. Snow! SNOW!!!! I began looking at airfares to Aruba. I need warm, dry weather. Of course, when we went to Aruba before, the cab driver told us that it never rains in Aruba. Then he had to turn on the windshield wipers to brush away those mysterious water droplets. I spent yesterday in Beaver Stadium -- first time it rained this much for a game in quite some time.

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Surely I am not the only one who a) knew Rush Limbaugh wouldn't take long to put his conservative foot in his mouth and b) get kicked off ESPN before my birthday. Now, I actually enjoy reading all points of view. I like P.J. O'Rourke's books, and he's conservative. Al Franken makes me laugh. He's liberal. I read every columnist our newspaper publishes, from Molly Ivins to Cal Thomas. Okay

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It's homecoming week. Hey, we're a big school, so we need a lot of time to celebrate homecoming. But it leads me into my weekly vacation story. It was Lundi Gras -- the Monday before Mardi Gras (which is the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday, for those who don't know) -- and we were taking a break from the parades to grab some lunch at Mother's. There was a long line to get in, but hey, it was

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I'm listening to Monday Night Football (more than watching it) and they showed a couple of hockey players on the sideline. Al Michaels didn't know who they all were and he says "because they wear masks." HUH? Then either he or Madden said something about hockey being the only sport where you can't see the players faces because of the masks. What in hell is he talking about? He's announcing a

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The Phillies season is over. Go Giants. I want Barry Bonds to win a ring. With choir on Wednesdays now, I can watch Thursday shows again. I may be the only person left who doesn't care about Friends, not having seen it for 5 years. I did watch Will and Grace (mmmmm Harry Connick), but couldn't turn off that Couplings show soon enough. I like British humor, when done by British people. This

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I suppose it is time to mourn the end of baseball season. My beloved Phils decided to go on a losing streak at the absolute worst time. But you know, I haven't had time to pay attention or really care. The boy has been sick. The doc thought he was having an appendicitis. He didn't, but you have to check these things out. And worry about my dear boy came before worry about my Philies.

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How can they lose two to the Reds? Ah, well, I know how. They always lose to the sucky teams. Now a six-game winning streak to end the season will make me a very happy camper. The Nits won, even though they didn't look good. But a running back getting 21 carries was music to my ears. Let's hope they keep it up against the Gophers next week. Run the ball JoePa. Power football. And a side

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Taking nothing away from Thome'ss wonderful homer yesterday, but it was Polanco's two-out homer that allowed Thome's plast to be the game winner. And what's with ESPN The Magazine? They're listing the clutch guys and the not so clutch guys on the playoff contenders, and they don't mention Thome at all? Sheesh. Football tomorrow. I hope we can win.

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Well, no, really the tropical storm edition. That's what Isabel is now, and a check of your favorite weather page, you'll see that Isabel is touring my fair state. All the schools have closed, except the university. I'm not sure why that is, unless they are waiting and seeing what it's like in the morning. Right now it is windy and wet. But they put up all kinds of advisories saying that we

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Playland is closing. That's where the husband and I met. The video games are being auctioned off in December. Think someone will buy me Pacman for Christmas? Wouldn't that be so cool? Game 1 against the Marlins. One win. Keep it going boys. I've been reading my friend Adrian's blog about his trip to Toronto. It got me thinking a bit about writing about trips and places I've been. I've

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What a nasty weekend for my teams. At least my Nits covered the spread. And my Phils won today. Big meanie article in SI this week on Larry Bowa. I'm so sick of that old guy from the Marlins who is quoted as saying that Bowa needs to calm down. I look at it this way: Bowa manages his team like the fans watch that team. Philly fans would not tolerate a 72-year-old man who snoozes his way

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The boy said he was going to make a tackle today, just for me. He came so close. On a kick off, the ball carrier came in his direction, but my boy was tackled by his own man!!! But he got an assist on the play, as he was able to trip up the runner so that someone else could tackle him. Ah well. He tried. You should have seen the determination. I could tell immediately the change in his

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There's turmoil in Happy Valley (I still say fire the offensive coordinator). The Eagles lose on Monday night and look down right awful. The Phils lost to Atlanta last night. It's so disheartening. Especially the situation in Nittany Land. Losing your entire offensive line and defensive line is harsh. But the offense is too predictable. I'm sitting in the stands, just an ordinary fan, and

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My Nits lose an ugly game and my Phils win. Sad and happy all at once. Sports'll do that I guess. Because of all the rain, parking up at the stadium was all messed up. And to be honest, I'm sick to death of dodging mud. Much as I had looked forward to a blissful tailgate curled up with my coffee and Sports Illustrated -- the only thing that comes close to it is a day on the beach -- I did

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Larry Bowa kicked his best pinch hitter off the team because the guy was a problem in the clubhouse. A distraction. Last time they had a distraction, it was some egotistical third baseman named Scott Rolen who was shipped off to St. Louis (ugh), the players were thrilled to get rid of him (as he was called a cancer in the clubhouse) and the team had a fantastic finish once Mr. Ego was gone.

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but the Phillies insist on keeping me on one. Grrr. Today's game was actually painful to watch. After reading various things on the internet this weekend, there are a few things I'm thankful for: My kids have normal social lives and know how to interact with their friends without being attached to a computer. My kids can do their own laundry. I am no longer in middle school in any way,

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Thank goodness for the Mets. And the Nits beat Temple. I swear our offense coordinator is a moron. We needed to establish a running game, and he keeps up with the dumb razzle dazzle shit. I said to the boy that I was going to ask our priest to include little message into the nest homily. "Jesus says, run the ball." "Thou shalt not run the shot gun." Things like that. What was funny was as

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Why can't my boys win? They've got to turn it around tonight. I am so not ready for football. My Nits play tomorrow against Temple. I've got my tickets and I need to get my junk together (binoculars, radio, extra batteries because I have a feeling mine are going to die on me, seat cushions). I need to pull out my football t-shirt and decide which shorts to wear. I am so freakin'

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and today's sport is dodgeball. I know people who hated dodgeball in school. They were always the targets of the bullies, the popular kids, the fill-in-the-blank-who-hated-you kids. Dodgeball never bothered me. Even as a kid, I understood it was just a game. I could avoid getting hit when I was in the middle -- that was up to me. And I always got my chances to throw the ball. I can only

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The Phillies are doing their damndest to lose this wild card thing. I saw the score at one point (couldn't listen) and they were up 10-4. Checked in the 8th, and they were losing. LOSING. Sheesh. The Marlins also lost, but now the Expos are only 2 games back. I am not a happy camper. It's like no one on that team wants to win game number 13. To happier thoughts. I am really enjoying my

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What the heck is wrong with my boys? They are mired in a huge-ass slump and the Marlins have caught us in the wild card and this is not good. Not good at all. On the other hand . . . I had a very good day. I didn't sell the article to the Very Big Magazine (okay, that wasn't the good part of the day), but it was because they felt the idea appeared in too many other bits of media. Now that

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The right team lost and the wrong team won and the right team is mired in a horrible horrible slump. Oh the woe. I was in a blog reading mood today, and I noticed a very sad trend -- at least in the blogs that I read today. I found some very good writers out there, one in particular. I thought about adding her to my recommended list, but I like to read people over several days to get a feel

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The daughter moved out yesterday. It's still college, sure, but she is effectively gone. A 12-month lease means she doesn't have to come home for four months break in the summer, or even spring break week. And it's doubtful that she will. Her freedom is too restricted here, and she's too difficult to live with now that she's been on her own. Our car is thankful she is gone. You could

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At least Thome and Burrell homer, woo hoo! A deuce for both of them and the Fightin's come from behind to beat Rolen (booooo) and the Cards. Hats off to Larry Andersen for correctly saying that Albert Puljos, who batted in the 7th when the Cardinals were leading 4-3, would have one more chance to bat, in the 9th, because the Phillies were going to go ahead. Abreu gets on base, Thome smacks his

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How do we get swept by the Brewers? Well, I know how. We suck against the sucky teams. At least the Marlins got swept by the Rockies. But all the ground we could have made up against the Braves. That's what really bugs me. I don't care what anybody else says. Until the numbers truly say it is impossible, anybody can still take over the Braves. I truly believe that. Baseball is

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Why oh why do the Phils play so poorly against the poor teams? Anything could happen, of course, but time is running down. They've had the worst time trying to score tonight. At least, so far, the Marlins are losing too. Hey, they finally scored a run in the 9th inning. Everybody hits. Woo hoo. hee hee Of course around here, you'd never know it was still baseball season. The sports

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Bad baseball day but could be worse. Why is it that whenever I get writing assignments I start off elated and excited and then the panic sets in? Can I actually write this piece? Will it be any good? Should I have half the English population read it before I send it off to the editor? What in HELL was I thinking when I said yes? Of course, once I get through the research part and start the

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I've no idea what to write about tonight. I had a ton of ideas earlier in the day, but I forgot them all. Old age or stress or something like that. I got three writing assignments today. That is a good thing. A lot of work, to be sure, but hey, I'm taking off next week to play Full-time Writer. I may clean my house. I doubt it. I don't understand why anyone would take vacation time to

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Another good baseball day. An excellent baseball weekend, all in all. The Phils played the Cardinals and let's just say that Phillies fans don't like Scott Rolen. Rolen came up with the Phils, but he began to make it clear that he didn't like the team, the stadium, the city, or Larry Bowa. He demanded to be traded. He went to the team of horrors -- the Cardinals. The Cardinals, you see,

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I've been playing with my blog. It's a work in progress, just like me. I have some blogs to add to my list. Was having a ton of trouble with that for some reason -- I had them added and saved and then half of them went missing. Hm. If you think yours should be included and isn't, please be patient. If you want yours added or think I should be reading you, let me know. I'm always happy to

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I admit it. This is a direct rip-off of another blog idea. Not a blog I normally read, mind you. I think the blogger is a little too self-important, and I'll read her blog only if I am terribly bored. I was terribly bored today while I waited for the rain to stop so I could go to the gym (no cars available to me today, so it was walk or ride the bike). Anyway, it seems like people like

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No, we didn't lose power. I did lose access to MSN all day, though, and that was very frustrating. Another good baseball day. Not a very good day, though. The boy started football practice. It's tough to excel when your freshman team has 85 kids on it and 1/4 of those kids have names that are well recognized in the local football world. Like Suhey, for instance. A kid whose uncle has a

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Very good baseball day. Extremely good baseball day. Very good weather day. I love hazy, hot, and humid. Especially hot. Heard today that the Big Ten is going to use limited instant replay. Coaches can't request it; that'll be a special ref. Hmm. I could imagine Joe Paterno with a red flag, throwing it at the refs. Hee hee.

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Herb Brooks was killed in a car accident today. (Reports were that he wasn't wearing a seat belt. Wear your seat belt people! Your loved ones will thank you.) Herb Brooks was the coach of the 1980 US hockey team. The Miracle on Ice. The team that beat the Russians. I remember where I was during that hockey game. I was in my high school gym, at a boy's basketball game. I was a senior, and

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Know what I love best about baseball? As long as you have an out left, you are never out of the game. Baseball plays well to my sense of fairness. It's what I like about hockey, too. It isn't really over until the buzzer sounds. One by one the Phillies players are dying their hair neon yellow. If it means Pat Burrell hits home runs to win ball games, then I'm all for it. Hell, I'll even

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I had a very good writing day. A very big publication is interested in one of my ideas. Nothing written in stone, but they are obviously interested in the idea. I mean, I sent the query letter by snail mail on Saturday and they called me today. Tuesday. Whew. There was more to my writing day than that, but that was the highlight. I had a very good day at the gym, too. I bumped up my

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One of these days I'll figure out why I don't catch on to all the things normal people like. Like pizza. Or Thanksgiving dinner. Or white wine. Or Adam Sandler movies. Yesterday, my siblings and siblings-in-law rattled off lines from Adam Sandler movies and everybody was laughing. At what I don't know. Adam Sandler amuses me as much as a mosquito bite. And no, I really don't eat pizza. (

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Should football powers that be be fined for not interviewing a minority candidate for a head coaching job? That's what happened to Matt Millen. I think it's stupid that he got fined for going after the guy he wanted -- a proven winner (I think it is even more stupid that Maricucci was let go in San Francisco, but that's what happens when George Ego is running the show behind the scenes). Word

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I have a friend who has wanted to know why I don't play fantasy football. After all, the Sports Goddess morphed from the Football Goddess, which morphed from a single half in a college football game. Penn State-Notre Dame, when ND was ranked number one, 1990 I think. I said (correctly) that too much emphasis was on Rocket Ismail when Ricky Watters was the better player on the team, but then

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Miss me? We were off galavanting the countryside again. Or more like the lake side. I highly recommend visits to the Great Lakes. Is there a more perfect day than sitting on the beach, under a perfect blue sky, reading a trashy novel and listening to the gentle waves slurping against the shore? (The answer is no, there is not.) Where did the Florida Marlins come from? Sheesh, they're

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If I was king of the forest, I'd eliminate the intentional walk. It is, without question, the stupidist play in sports. In all of sports. Nothing good ever happens when you use it. Ask the Phillies just now. Used an intentional walk in the 8th inning of the Marlins game and there's been a big meltdown. I'm also really ticked that Bowa has left this pitcher in. Guy can't throw freakin'

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Interesting how the blogger ads at the top of the screen often support the teams I personally oppose the most. Hm. I suppose they pull out the key words, like the Br---- or Oh-- St----, more often than they find Phillies or Penn State or Eagles or Avalanche or Flyers or . . . maybe I'll need to secretly embed them into my posts. hmmmmm Anyway yesterday was a good sports day. The Phillies won

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When we were in Ohio, an empty beer mug got left outside on Sunday night. Early Monday afternoon, the husband brought it inside. It was completely full of rain water that fell over the previous 12 hours. That's a lot of rain. When we were driving home, we stopped for food and gas. As the husband was filling the gas tank, the guy at the next pump said, "I'd haul ass out of here if I were you.

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Some things that aren't really sports but should be: In-law dodging. I've gotten really good at this game of avoiding the in-laws. Usually it is a long-distance game, played by coming up with the best excuses on why we can't see the in-laws. But sometimes, we have to go on the road. The away games are always much tougher, but a Walkman, a bathing suit, and a good book might help me win.

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Larry Johnson signed a 7-year deal. Here's hoping he succeeds where the other PSU backs have not. All Star break is over (wasn't that a good game for a change?) and the end run begins with a bang. The Phils win with a walk-off homer in the 11th, when a win was crucial to keep first place in the wild card race and to keep from falling too far behind the Braves. But All-Star time always gets

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Ah, thanks for all the concern. Yesterday was one of those crappy days, you know? It really has been one of those summers. The weather has been too cold and rainy (except for ten days at the end of June beginning of July when it was lovely hot). My Phillies aren't doing as well as I thought they'd be doing. Don't even get me started on parenting issues -- but suffice it to say that when the

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I've decided that this is a really rotten summer. Can we start over?

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Riddle me this: why would a Pirates baseball player take a bat to an Italian sausage? I don't know the answer. I've yet to find the answer on any website (and my computer will explode if I check it out on the pirates web site). But the truth is -- and truly this happened! -- a Pirates baseball player swung his bat and hit a person dressed up as an Italian sausage, who then crumpled and fell

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This was a depressing day. Way too many rejections. They were all good rejections -- is there really such a thing? -- at least they weren't form letter, get out of my face rejections. But still. I'm waiting for someone to respond to one of my pieces by saying I'm a fab writer (as I most certainly am) and they can't wait to publish my writing. Yeah, I'll be waiting a long time. Today I

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I know it has been forever, but I was away. Now I'm back. Aren't you thrilled? We went to New York City for the 4th of July. Actually, we went to visit friends in Hoboken for the 4th, but did you know that Hoboken is right across the Hudson River from Manhattan (I didn't -- I knew they were close but not THAT close). It had been a good 20 years since my last visit to NYC. I had gone quite

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Damn, damn, damn. Phillies lost. Damn. You know, I can't imagine what famous people must go through, being recognized all the time. I am not famous, but I can't go anywhere in this town anymore without getting stopped. "Hey, don't you sing in my church?" This happened yet again today, by a little girl while I was changing in the locker room at the gym. Lovely. Next Sunday while I'm

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Please remove your hats and honor a moment of silence in memory of Katharine Hepburn. Thank you. I'm so sad that she died. Kate Hepburn was so cool. Just knowing that she was alive and out there somewhere gave me hope that movies could still have class and style and grace and humor. Her version of Jo March in Little Women remains the standard bearer. Hell, Jo March was written for

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Sweep, sweep, sweep -- I love how the Phillies are playing right now. I think there out to be a law against the use of power tools on Sunday. First, my afternoon outside in the sun was delayed because the husband mowed the lawn. Then I finally get outside to work on my tan, read my book, and listen to the Phillies game, and I'm all comfortable when 2 neighbors decide to mow their lawns. Now,

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Holy Cow (as Phil Rizzuto would say). What a night in baseball. The Red Sox (who my Phillies swept last weekend) scored 14 runs in the first inning. Ten runs before there was even an out. That's a record folks. One guy was 3/4 of the way to the cycle in the first inning. The cycle, for you who are uneducated, is a single, double, triple, and home run by the same player in one game. It's

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Well. I tried to write last night, but Blogger was busy moving me around. Kind of like when we got notice that our house number changed. We didn't move, but we had all the postal hassles of moving. For a change of two lousy numbers. In fish news: the fish's body was found under the bookcase. A friend suggested the fish wanted to read the new Harry Potter book. If so, it was really

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The fish is missing. I went to feed it first thing this morning, and it was not in its bowl. I checked closer. The water was a bit cloudy and sometimes it blends in with everything else. Nope. No fish. Shit. Called the husband. "Did you check on the fish this morning?" Husband says, "No, you said you'd take care of it. Why is it dead?" "No," says I. "It's missing." "Missing?!" I

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Warm! No, even better -- it was hot today. It was blessed out there. I skipped the gym today (I did ride my bike a lot though) because I was so sick of spending my day indoors, in blasted air conditioning. I hate AC. I abhor it. I think it is possibly the worst invention ever created. I can say that, living in the north and there is a need for the average person to use AC about once every

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The fish practically jumps out of the bowl in the morning when I go to feed it. You'd think I'm starving it. Sheesh. The Phillies did it again. Beat the Red Sox in 13 innings in another very exciting game. The last three wins reminds me very much of 1993, last time the Phils went to the World Series. It's their turn to go again. And they will. I know it. And the major news from yesterday

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I'm back on fish duty. The boy is with his grandmother and he appointed me guardian of the fish. Fish is a little more than a month old now. I'm getting rather attached to it. In the this is a small world department: I had lunch with someone today about some writing matters. It turns out the guy is an Avalanche fan. Oh yeah, and he also knows various members of my family. My father's

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It's late -- busy night. But to keep my fan club happy . . . The boy thought for sure we killed the fish and replaced it with a new one. Yeah, as if we'd go buy him a new fish. The Phils beat the Braves tonight. Do I really need to explain my euphoria over that one? Can't wait to catch the desk guy at the gym tomorrow. The second I walked in the door tonight -- do you have a score?

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The boy is home, dead tired and cranky. The fish is still alive. I had a dream last night that I fed him so much he exploded. For some reason, I get a weekly program guide for ESPN. I'm not complaining. The TV listing in the paper tells me jackshit about what is on ESPN. Well, on Wednesdays this summer, ESPN is doing this thing to honor "broadcasting legends." During the Wednesday

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The boy is at football camp this week. His first one. I wonder how he is surviving it. I bet he'll be sore and tired when we pick him up tomorrow. I can't believe my boy is old enough to be going to football camp. You have to be going into 9th-12th grade. But while he is at camp, I'm in charge of the goldfish. This is a heavy responsibility on my shoulders, as it seems the previous

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Peter Forsberg won the Hart Trophy. Woo hoo for Peter, the second hottest guy on the Avalanche and really their best player (shh, don't tell Joe). Hockey has the coolest awards. They hand out two MVP awards. One is the Hart Trophy. Most Valuable Player *to his team*. I love that part. This isn't the guy who just put up big numbers. This is the guy who made his team go. This is the guy

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Hm, what do I want to write in my blog tonight. It's been a quiet Tuesday evening. Listening to the Phillies, doing some writing, chatting with a friend. I was looking for a wedding picture of mine to go along with a little blurb I sent to an editor for an article she's doing. My wedding pictures are awful. Then I started looking at baby pictures. The daughter's baby pictures. She was so

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Damn Devils. But I'm not surprised they won. Home team won every game. The Ducks haven't won in Jersey since the Roosevelt administration (or so it seems). But the surprising thing was that first goal on Giguere. Right through the 5-hole. If he would have closed his skates, he would have kept it from going through. Normally you can't get him low. Why don't I pay talk about the Spurs and

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Oh man, what a weekend. Friday, I did the shopping bit, and then went off to my friend's house to soak in her hot tub and drink some wine. White merlot. Yummy. I want a hot tub. The one at the gym is fine for post-workout relaxing, but that doesn't do me any good when it is 10 pm on a Saturday night and I'd to unwind in some bubbly water with some bubbly drinks. Saturday was wedding day.

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I found a dress. Actually, I ended up buying the little black dress that made me look pregnant. I bigger size and another perspective made all the difference. But I bought another dress to actually wear to the wedding. Everybody liked this other dress best and it'll be gorgeous. Only bad thing is it is supposed to rain. The boy was such a sweetie today. He was at HersheyPark and he won a

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The fish is not only alive, it is thriving. It looks great. This may be a record lifespan for a carnival fish. The boy has done a wonderful job taking care of it. So Sammy Sosa had a corked bat last night. He says it was his batting practice bat. The guy plays in Wrigley Field for heaven's sake. The man needs neither cork nor steroids to get the ball to Waveland Avenue. Is that the name of

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Just a quickie before I go to bed. Ducks win again. They've played much better the past two games. Were they sluggish from the long wait? Probably. Brodeur has certainly helped the Ducks with a couple bonehead plays (Patrick Roy would be so proud -- snort). What I don't get is this: in the first two games, the Devils managed to break the Giggy code. He's great down low, but not so great if

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The Phillies are playing a doubleheader today because of the rain out yesterday. I'm listening to game one right now. I miss doubleheaders. When I was a kid and we'd get the new Phillies schedule, the first thing we'd do was circle all the home doubleheader games. The very first game we went to at the Vet was a single game, against the Braves (Braves won it too 5-3 -- but my dad got to see

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I printed out the pic of Joe. Blew it up to 8x10 and it is hanging next to my computer in the frog room. I can look at him whenever I want. And he does not have weird lips. Stupid friend. Today I went shopping for a dress to wear to another friend's wedding next week. Yeah, not only do I wait for the last minute to go dress shopping, but I go during fat week when I'm going to look like pure

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Note to self -- listen to more games on the computer radio. I was goofing around on the computer today (what a shock), and I came across an article on SI.com about the most boring superstars athletes. I popped on to read it, wasn't through two paragraphs when I decided, oh man, my boy Joe has to be on this list. I love Joe, as my faithful readers and

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