Post a comment and I'll
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ. (If you want. At least let me ask the same of you. :D)
LJ is being stupid with this entry, so I will just say that this is made of awesome and everyone should watch it, even though it has something vaguely to do with baseball, although it is just Braves players singing, so you just wouldn't know who the people are, but it is still funny and very cute if you don't know who the guys are. However, you will love it,misfitoys
I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home.
I watched this year's VMAs live for the first time since 2002. I wish I could have had surgery this time instead. That was a steaming pile of crap. Good thing there was the Giants/Cowboys and Indiand/Angels games for when things got boring.
I had to go to Target and, when I came back, I saw there was something in my parking spot, and it looked like a bottle. I parked in my spot, ran over the "bottle" and heard it crunch, which I thought was the plactic of the bottle. I get out of the car, look at my tire, and there is a bird pinned underneath it. I ran over a bird and crushed its bones and now it is pinned under my front driver's side tire. I'm sure it was already dead because, what bird doesn't move when a car, or anything, approaches it? A dead one. Gross. My car has bird flu. I just hope some stray cat carries it off when I'm at the Cubs/Diamondbacks game tonight.
However, I do claim it to be retribution for the bird that hit me in the face at Epcot, the bird that almost crapped on me at Magic Kingdom, the bird that came within an inch of hitting me in the face again in Buffalo, and the Baltimore Oriole's continued existance. I hate mascots, but that one is the worst.
(For the record, it is still the 19th Pacific time while this is being posted, so it's technically not belated)
Also, I know I already commented on your post, but happy (now belated but I originally said it yesterday) birthday, Corrie!
Sadly, as I grew up in Virginia in the late 80s/90s, my first memory of Phil Rizzuto is not watching him play, or hearing him call games. No, my first memory of him is from "Billy Madison" where Ms. Vaughan asks him to spell his last name in cursive on Baseball Day and he doesn't know how to write cursive "z"s, so it looks like "Rirruto" instead. Thankfully, I learned more about him in the following years. Rest in peace, Scooter, and have fun playing with Joe, Billy, and the Mick.
Hammer. MC Hammer. Just hanging out in the lobby of a Hampton Inn in Oakland. I guess he learned his lesson from 15 years ago and has decided to be frugal.
It's just a good thing my sister and I weren't there, because we'd be tempted to tell him he was 2 legit 2 quit and begging him not to hurt 'em.
Speaking of Oakland, I was watching something random on television and I heard a New Zealander say Auckland and my thought process was "Oakland? Why is he talking about the Bay Area? ......Oh, dammit. I'm as smart as Michelle Tanner."