One Happy Sip
So I feel like shit. I have my first 0 for the Final 4 in my life, I have work in the morning and I am six pounds heavier after the 9th straight weekend having 10 visitors at my house in SF.
Still, I am one happy Sip.
Why you ask?
It's not because the Women's Final 4 is this week. In fact, I think I'd rather spend a long day in synagogue than watch that pollution. To my three female readers, a couple things.
First off, what's up? I love all my blogging groupies and would be happy to wine and dine you back at Blondies sometime.
Second, it's official. Women's sports are really, really bad and the fact that ESPN is showing women's basketball over repeats of "Thru the Fire," the greatest movie in the hisroy of the network, just sucks.
But it's not enough to break my spirits. So what gives, you ask? Why is he so happy?
Very simple. One week till Opening Day.
I was going to surprise my old friend AFOMG this weekend, but I figured we have to start planning now.
Young Sip is hopping the red eye to the Big Apple this Thursday night to return for Opening Day.
This will be my 11th straight Opening Day and I couldnt be more excited. It all started with me, The Black Balky Bartokamis, my brother and his crew showing up at Shea for that memorable rain storm in 1996. It was Rey Ordonez's first game, and he, not Derek Jeter, was the talk of the town.
He made the throw from his knees from about 100 feet past 3rd base that ignited the Mets' comeback victory. It was a memorable day, and unfortunately leaving Jawn at the subway station is something that I will forever regret.
So 1 week till the season. Next year is now and I couldn't be more fired up.
This is the first invite to all our loyal readers and friends. Monday, April 3. 10 a.m. in the Shea parking lot, the festivities begin. Expect the sounds of "L.A. Woman", Team Facelift, and possibly "Who Let the Dogs Out" to blare out of the Y2K-mobile.
I'm hoping all the big guns can make it out. Word on the street is that Happy Will can't get out of work. This is a problem that we will have to deal with. HW, make it happen. You're too good for that.
To the rest of you, get in touch with me this week and we'll make some plans. Even if you don't know me, get in touch, Sippymomo@gmail.com, or the comments board works as well.
We should all meet, we are all a family. AFOMG will make a poster for the car. AFOMG, get on that.
Could't be more excited.
And Pedro looks like he is pretty healthy.
We will see how it goes, but the marathon is beginning. Is this the year?
I doubt it.
But if for some strange reason it is, well fucking A. We deserve it.
VCD,
SM
Still, I am one happy Sip.
Why you ask?
It's not because the Women's Final 4 is this week. In fact, I think I'd rather spend a long day in synagogue than watch that pollution. To my three female readers, a couple things.
First off, what's up? I love all my blogging groupies and would be happy to wine and dine you back at Blondies sometime.
Second, it's official. Women's sports are really, really bad and the fact that ESPN is showing women's basketball over repeats of "Thru the Fire," the greatest movie in the hisroy of the network, just sucks.
But it's not enough to break my spirits. So what gives, you ask? Why is he so happy?
Very simple. One week till Opening Day.
I was going to surprise my old friend AFOMG this weekend, but I figured we have to start planning now.
Young Sip is hopping the red eye to the Big Apple this Thursday night to return for Opening Day.
This will be my 11th straight Opening Day and I couldnt be more excited. It all started with me, The Black Balky Bartokamis, my brother and his crew showing up at Shea for that memorable rain storm in 1996. It was Rey Ordonez's first game, and he, not Derek Jeter, was the talk of the town.
He made the throw from his knees from about 100 feet past 3rd base that ignited the Mets' comeback victory. It was a memorable day, and unfortunately leaving Jawn at the subway station is something that I will forever regret.
So 1 week till the season. Next year is now and I couldn't be more fired up.
This is the first invite to all our loyal readers and friends. Monday, April 3. 10 a.m. in the Shea parking lot, the festivities begin. Expect the sounds of "L.A. Woman", Team Facelift, and possibly "Who Let the Dogs Out" to blare out of the Y2K-mobile.
I'm hoping all the big guns can make it out. Word on the street is that Happy Will can't get out of work. This is a problem that we will have to deal with. HW, make it happen. You're too good for that.
To the rest of you, get in touch with me this week and we'll make some plans. Even if you don't know me, get in touch, Sippymomo@gmail.com, or the comments board works as well.
We should all meet, we are all a family. AFOMG will make a poster for the car. AFOMG, get on that.
Could't be more excited.
And Pedro looks like he is pretty healthy.
We will see how it goes, but the marathon is beginning. Is this the year?
I doubt it.
But if for some strange reason it is, well fucking A. We deserve it.
VCD,
SM
posted by Sippy Momo at 2:21 AM
3 Comments:
So just requested the time off from whatever it is I do, and I will certainly be there. We have a sixty hour pregame ahead of us not just the three hours before the game. It starts Friday Night, and doesn't stop until Tommy takes the mound. It will be bigger than Dennis Rodman throwing dollar bills into a crowded Las Vegas club and I plan on only being able to communicate through punches and caveman grunts.
Scarlet Knights GO!
Any interest in making Sunday night at Blondies part of the 60-hour pregame? If so, can we do a New Bears chant?
I don't mean to make this an IM conversation between myself and A.F.O.M.G, but I don't see why the sunday night schedule can't start with blondies wings being served by t-bone, and then a foray at the house that Cousin Jason Built, where the champaign will flow like water. We can roll outta there at like 9AM and straight to Shea. Any takers?
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