I’m listening to the Stanford/Arizona game on ESPN Radio because Dave Flemming is calling it and here’s the thing about Dave Flemming. He is SO GOOD at broadcasting sports that it doesn’t matter if you don’t care about the game itself. It is interesting and fun to listen to because you need not see a thing, Dave’s seeing it all for you and bringing it to you with his perfect descriptions and deliveries. And he’s Dave and I spend like, three hours a day with him during baseball season and I just am happy to hear him telling me about sports for a little bit.
- Robinson Cano signs a 10 year deal with the Seattle Mariners, leaving the Yankees in the hunt for a second baseman.
- Yanks officialize a deal that had been in the works with Kelly Johnson, who technically COULD be that second baseman but likely, they’ll try and upgrade now that Robinson is definitely gone.
- Curtis Granderson, who I will miss dearly, signs with the Mets (so at least I can still see him play a lot!)
- Yankees sign Carlos Beltran to a three year deal.
- It sounds like they are pretty much set getting Hiroki Kuroda to come back.
And this is AFTER the Yankees signed high-profile free agents Brian McCann and Jacoby Ellsbury over the past couple weeks.
It’s going to be such a different team next year and obviously more changes will come because no way they’re carrying six outfielders, four of which are 34+ plus into the season and it’s kind of crazy. I had some issues with the team last year because of the ever-changing roster and not many favorites to root for but they seem to be setting themselves up for a good while here and it’s kinda fun.
It’s okay to like One Direction. They make catchy music. They are cute and act silly sometimes. They might not write all their own songs and play all their own instruments and some of them may sing better than the others but they are good at what they do. There’s no need to preface your like of them with “I am ashamed to admit this but…” or “I can’t believe I’m saying this but….” just because they are mostly liked by teenage girls. Why discount them because of that? Or because they’re super famous or because they’re in their early 20s or because they don’t all play piano or drums or dance in sync for the whole two hours? If you like the song, like the song. It’s okay. It’s music and you can like music just because it makes you feel something, anything, for the three minutes its in your ears.
“Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.”—
Has anyone else noticed how there’s this thing about “Minute Without You,” like we all kind of just lose our shit every time it starts as if it isn’t in basically ever single set without fail? It’s just like, that guitar part starts and it’s pure adrenaline and excitement and even though we’re not teenage girls anymore it’s still hard to find that right part of your voice where it feels natural singing along with Isaac so it’s more like a yell than any other song and that “OH! YEAH!” feels so good to sing out with Zac and that random drum break that we could all probably do ourselves at this point and there’s one thousand, four hundred, forty hours in my daaaay and I won’t ever get tired of the pure pop perfection of this 16yo song.
I never had dinner last night because we went out for drinks after work to a place with no food and I bought stuff to eat when I got home but then didn’t really want to eat it so I ate it when I woke up at like 9am and now I’m having lunch at 11:30am.
“Whenever they perform this song, it makes me laugh then trudging happily through the David’s Bridal in Paramus to believe anything you are going to me, I was doing on this baseball drought.”—What I would say.