Nov 11, 2008

Why I'm not a GM...

Maybe I'm just skeptical, but I'm not feeling all that confident with the Mark Teixeira negotiations. I would think that with an exclusive negotiation window, Angels GM Tony Reagans would at least attempt to take advantage of it. Also ESPN has an article up on it's website that pits the Red Sox against the Yankees as the finalists in the Teixeira sweepstakes (although this could be because ESPN fails to recognize the other 28 teams in baseball). Here's the thing, with Garland, Rodriguez, and Anderson off the books (an estimated $30 milllion this season) I say throw the bank at Mark Teixeira. You saw what he did hitting in front of Vlad (and actually I think he should hit behind him) and you saw how the fans reacted. If Tex wants to win, and play in an area where the New York Post or Boston Herald won't scrutenize his every move, he should stay in Anaheim. If he cares about the money, then by all means go play for a last place Baltimore or Washingon. Maybe you'll help them crack 75 wins.

With that being said, here are five moves I would make for the 2008 season if I had Arte Moreno's money (which I dont.)

1. Re-Sign Mark Teixeira:
1a. If Tex leaves, C.C. Sabathis becomes move number 1.
2. TRADE: Howie Kendrick, Jered Weaver, and two lower end prospects for Jake Peavy and Khalil Greene
2a. If this doesn't work, resign John Garland at a lower rate and bring back Orlando Cabrera.
3. TRADE: Jeff Mathis, one mid prospect or two lower prospects for Garret Atkins
4. Resign Juan Rivera
5. SELL Gary Matthews for 20 cents on the dollar

If this is the case (best case senario) the line up would look like this:

LF: Figgins
SS: Greene
RF/DH: Guerrero
1b: Teixeira
CF: Hunter
3b: Atkins
DH/RF: Rivera
C: Napoli
2b: Aybar

With Reggie Willits, Brandon Wood, Bobby Wilson or Hank Cronger, Robb Quinnlin, and Sean Rodriguez on the bench.

Nick Green/Nick Aidenhart/Dustin Mosely

Sigh... I can dream right?

Nov 10, 2008

Someday I'll thank you if I see you around, but for now I'll just keep this letter to myself...

I'm in a rut. From time to time I become extremely reclusive, and it takes its toll. I no longer feel the desire to see anybody, and become even less social than normal(if that's even imaginable). I become irritable; I become irrational; I become paranoid. It's almost as if I become Truman, only instead of trying to escape, I'm trying to hide.

Poor Catherine, she has to put up with this. It's funny though, how little the reclusive state seems to affect how much I want to see her. If anything, it makes me want to see her more. I love her. I love her more than I've loved anybody before. In fact, she's the first girl I can legitimately see myself (gulp) marrying. I embrace her imperfections, instead of using them to push her away. She doesn't hang me on my insecurities, but rather takes them into consideration. She loves me for who I am, the selfish, caring, intelligent, dumb, silly, gawky, awkward, dorky, nerdy, loving, compassionate, obsessive person I am. And I love it. I love it that I can be comfortable in my skin, and not have to be something else. She's uber feminist, but she plays domestic housewife for me: taking care of me when I'm sick, cooking me dinner, even cleaning out my car. You know, thing's I don't do for myself. But she does it out of love.

We had our first real fight today, over something silly and unimportant. She's struggling with things, as am I, and they both took their toll. But instead of yelling and name-calling, we talked it out and an hour later we were laughing again. It's moments like this where I feel sorry for people who have to work at their relationships. I feel sorry for people who have to fake it. We don't. Sure we have our ups and downs, but it's still so simple. She doesn't get upset over the stupid comments I make like my obsession with Pam Beesly (and quite frankly, Ms. Beesly doesn't hold a candle to Cat). She shrugs it off. She point's out girls that are checking me out; not in a bitchy 'why is she looking at you' way, but in a 'yeah, that's right you can look but he's mine' kind of way. To sum it up, we just don't have to work at being happy and making our relationship work, it just does.

And that's why we're so happy. That's why things like laying in the backseat of a car for hours or watching movies on a couch just work for us. Why we don't have to spend money we both don't have to be happy. That's why something as silly as dancing in the moonlight, swaying while I sing to her "I'll love you forever if I ever love at all" makes her fall in love with me, and her singing back "with wild heart's, blue jeans and white t-shirts" makes me want to spend the rest of my life with her. That's why we're both so excited to see Richmond, Va on our (possible) trip to DC (more on that at a later date) because maybe we'd like to end up there. That's why we go eight or nine days at a time where we see eachother, and can't go more than a day without it. Say what you want, that we're young, that this is still new; whatever. The truth is that I've been around the block. I've experienced my share of relationships, and because of that I know how special that is. To quote the Lawrence Arms : "I know what I've got, and I love what I know."

And, to tie everything back in, that's why I'm content with being reclusive. Because I have what I need. I'm in love, and nothing else matters.

Well, maybe winning my fantasy game today... LETS GO ARIZONA's DEFENSE!!! Ugh, I feel so dirty rooting against the 49ers but lets face it, their season is long over.

Nov 5, 2008

Let's see how far we've come....

It's a bittersweet day out here in California. Last night I feel proud. I felt ecstatic. I felt accomplished. This morning? I feel nothing but ashamed. I feel like I failed.

When Barack Obama is sworn in on January 20th, 2009 as the 44th President of the United States, it will mark a turning point for the country. Obama is America's redemption song. A chance to redeem what George W. Bush all but destroyed the last eight years. At the very least Obama will attempt to restore strained relationships with foreign enemies, and will strengthen those with betrayed allies. He will make it acceptable for American's to travel overseas as American's. But the essence of Obama is his willingness to listen; his readiness for change. When I listen to Obama I don't hear lies, or what I want to hear. I hear a man honest, true, and saying what he believes. Don't believe me? Just listen to his conversation with "Joe the Plummer." America needs Barack Obama after the eight years of Bush's regime.

As for Senator John McCain, he was very humble in defeat. He gave a very nice speech urging his supporters to embrace President-elect Obama, and pinned the defeat on himself and not his supporters. He spoke honest, he spoke true. He was the McCain of old, before the Bush brainwash. It's too bad that he wasn't this honest throughout the entire election, or we might be talking about President-elect McCain. His downfall though (and I truly believe this) was the appointment of Alaskan Govern er Sarah Palin who is no more fit to run a Starbucks than I, let alone a country.

The 2008 election will go down in history, much like the election of 1968. A female vice REPUBLICAN presidential candidate ran head to head with an African American presidential candidate who defeated a woman to take the Democratic nod. Never did I think that in my lifetime we would see a black president. Or a minority president for that matter. Hell, this country wasn't ready to hand a Catholic the job in 2004. Barack Obama has his work cut out for him, as no President-elect has had so much pressure, so high of expectations placed on him, but right now it's astonishing and amazing to sit back and realize that a black man who deserves the Office of President, who we as a struggling country needs him, realized his dream. It's nice to see how far we've come.

And yet, as far as we came yesterday, we haven't come far enough. Proposition 8 in California, which would place a constitutional ban on same sex marriage, passed by a 5% margin. As much as we campaigned, stickered, and blogged we couldn't change the mind of narrow minded individuals who felt it's fine to discriminate against those who are different, or who they don't understand. Everybody is entitled to their own personal beliefs, their own personal opinions, and that's fine. But when those opinions and beliefs discriminate, then I have a problem. Those who voted Yes on Prop 8, who stood out on street corners parading, those who placed yellow signs on their car windows or in their front lawns had the right to do so. The United States Constitution allows them the right to. However they took away the right of those they were campaigning against. This is no victory for anybody. Those afraid of homosexuals are doing just what we as society previously did to African-Americans, previously did to women. Not giving them the same equal rights that everybody deserves. And while this might be a slight digression from the point, the Bible and the Constitution don't mix. Those likening what the Bible says about homosexuality to Constitutional Amendments need to read their actual Bill of Rights. They should also probably read their entire Bibles and realize that Jesus Christ wouldn't have banned those who sinned, wouldn't have taken away their civil liberties, but rather wouldn't have passed judgement and would have taken them in as his own. But again, I digress.

Last night was a perfect example of how this country as a whole was capable of taking a giant step forward. Today, at least in California, we took two giant steps back.

Oct 31, 2008

How to lose a guy in ten days

Sorry, long time no post.... so lets get started.

Catherine was telling me about this phenomenon called "Mercury Retrograde" (yeah... she's into all that astrology stuff.) I already forgot what it means, so, according to Mercury slows down and Since Mercury rules communication, it's said that everything goes haywire in that area -- emails get deleted or bounced back, mail is returned, calls go out into the ethers, etc. Some people find that their computers go on the fritz or phone lines go down. Well, it ended on October 15th. Since then my car's maitenance light has come on, my computer completely died(which would explain the delay in posts) and my cable box no longer shows the time. So much for Mercury Retrograde, not that I bought into it in the first place.

On Tuesday Cat and I went to Hollywood to see a taping of the Jimmy Kimmel show, with the Alkaline Trio performing. It was pretty boring. The crowd sucked, the Trio played five songs, two were good (not great, but good) one was decent, and two were forgettable. Matt Skiba looked like a cross between Heath Ledger's Joker, Mike Ness, Willy Wonka, and a salamander. Sigh, at least he's not dressing like a Vampire or A Clockwork Orange anymore.

So I'm the only one working today at my work. Well, outside of a supervisor. So from 2:30 to 11 I will be not only manning the checkstand and photo, but I will be serving ice cream. Indeed a happy halloween to me.

I love 30 Rock, but I'm a bit afraid about this season. Now, before I go any further, let me just say that I missed the season premire yesterday and my tivo decided it didn't want to record it (take that Mercury Retrograde) but it sure seems like it's getting an awful lot of press. And don't tell me, "well it won 3 Emmys last year" because Arrested Development won it's share of Emmys and nobody watched that show. As great as Tina Fey was as Sarah Palin, I think that turned a lot of people onto 30 Rock, and that's not always a good thing. Plus, they're running out guest star after guest star (Jennifer Anniston? Oprah Winfrey?) Honestly Tina, just stick with your SNL friends, like Chris Parnell, who was amazing as Dr. Leo Spaceman.

I've got to get ready for work

Oct 23, 2008

I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you....

I'm currently sitting in my POSC-315 class right now. That's Public Policy Making if you're really interested. I've been sick the last week... sick enough to actually call in sick to work on Monday. Catherine brought me tea and crackers and orange juice, but my immune system had other plans. While I'm feeling better, I'm still not feeling well.

Next week I'm heading to Hollywood twice. Tuesday I'm attending the Jimmy Kimmell show, to see the Alkaline Trio perform. I'm sure they're playing Help Me, but wouldn't that be awesome to see them bust out like Radio or Warbrain, or even Armageddon. Sigh. On Sunday I'm also seeing the Trio, with Rise Against, Thrice and the amazing Gaslight Anthem. I'm real stoked. I've waited long enough to see the Gaslight Anthem...

My brother came into my room two nights ago and said to me "I think someone is messing with your car." Being confused and not knowing what the hell he was talking about, i asked him what exactly he meant. He responded by saying "someone put a 'No on 8' sticker on your car." I informed him that it was I who did, and he shuddered, called me a fag, and left. Inside I died a bit. It's sad to know that in 2008 there is still so much hate.

We're talking about the national debt right now, which sits at $10.3 trillion, or $34,000 dollars. If I were in debt $34,000, I would just hangmyself, probably.

The teacher keeps lookin at me... I gotta go.

Oct 18, 2008

Modern Day Romance?

Every night before I close my eyes I like to think about where I was a month ago. I like to think about where I was that night before the Angels loss to the New York Yankees that Tuesday. I like to think how lost I was; how alone I was. I like to think about how empty I was. It's the only way I can truely put this into perspective. It's the only way I can absolutely realize how surreal this all is.

I don't think I can put into words where I'm at right now as opposed to where I was. I was so lost, so confused, so bitter. I was a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to say. I was frustrated and angry.

And then she came along, like a savior. Like an angel. Suddenly I felt my heart start to pump and the blood begin to run through my veins. My how I had missed that feeling. She made me listen. She made me interested. She re-lit the fire deep inside me. The fire that fuels the passion; that fuels the rebellion. The fire that fuels the interest, and scares off the apathetic tendencies. She made me feel.

She kept me on my toes in the days to come. She had me making excuses during the day while dreaming of the possibilities at night. Finally after one too many drinks I made my move, and never looked back.

I remember that first date like it was just hours ago. I remember the black shirt under the grey cardigan. I remember the blue jeans, and the reddish-brown hair styled down just passed the shoulders and ending just before the small of her back. I remember walking up to BJ's and hoping against hope this would not be awkward. I was praying I could keep the nerves down. I remember making eye contact with her for the first time since we met, and my heart melting. I remember trying not to watch the Packer/Cowboy game that was on directly behind her while she ate her salad and I ate my pasta. I remember talking, about anything and everything, and having a blast. I remember suggesting the movies because I didn't want the night to end. I remember during the movie wondering if I should make my move, wanting to so badly, but not wanting to scare her off. I remember my leg brushing against hers, and feeling goosebumps. I remember after the movies, in front of her car again talking about anything and everything. I remember talking about the Little Mermaid one minute, and feeling her lips the next. I remember being hesitant at first. I remember the slightest autumn breeze blowing by against the warm summer night, as the last minutes of summer were giving way to fall. I remember never feeling this excited, this relieved.

That's what I see when my eyes shut. It's like closing the book on what seems like a long and distant chapter of my life. Now it's filled with beauty; with happiness. It's filled romantical tales of love and (gulp) fairy tale endings. Such a departure; a spin from where I was.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I know I'm in love with Catherine Szilagyi.

Oct 17, 2008

Why oh why Joe Maddon did you not pitch to Jason Bay?

I think this month God is trying to tell me to stop watching sports. I don't know how else I could explain the absolute disapointing postseason the Angels rolled out, the 49ers dropping three straigtht after starting 2-1 and looking like they might be ready to make the jump, the UCLA Bruins disaster of a season, Randy Moss destroying my fantasy team and the 0-4 Anaheim Ducks.

I bring this up because last night the Red Sox (from the city that shall not be named) fought back from a 7-0 defecit to defeat the Tampa Bay Rays and send the series back to Tampa. Catherine and Sheri were at my house yesterday and in the sixth inning Sheri said "it's over." Tampa was up 7-0 at the time, and with only 12 outs to play with, she figured that there was no way the Sawx were catching Tampa. I told her, though, "don't say that just yet. This isn't over." And the rest is history. It's not so much that I want Tampa Bay to win (although they are a great story this season) as much as it is I want to see The Red Sox lose. Ugh, I don't even want to get into this.

I'm still feeling sick.. and I have to get ready for a date tonight... Oh my.