I think he had beginners luck the first few days of the season. Beginning of the season luck.
Basically he cost the Brewers the game. It is like he's got bricks for hands! He cannot complete the most routine plays. Princey tosses him a throw that should have been an out. Bloop! Rickie drops it. What the hell?! Until his defense excels beyond that of a high school senior, send him down to Nashville. Or better yet, trade him. Though it would take a desperate team to pick him up. I'd pay to get rid of him. Or he should be paying the Brewers to keep his job.
You are no good Rickie. I'm sorry. Until you can start making easy plays, I will not like you. Until your batting average becomes better then the pitchers, I will not like you. Quit sucking. End of story.
....ok does everybody know this whole Jackass guy I've got going on is from Happy Gilmore? Yes? Good.
In other news...
Went to La Crosse Thursday. I had to present at NCUR. Pretty easy place to find really. Jump on the interstate, ride that bitch for 130 miles, exit # 5, turn left, then turn right, then turn left. Well...there are other roads in there. But anyway. I think my parents were a wee bit worried I'd get lost. But I'm good. Damn good. If I could find my way around all these little towns finding high schools then I could find a college campus piece of cake.
There's a town called Sparta right by La Crosse and ever since the first sign on the road for it I kept saying "Sppppppaaaarrrrrttttaaaaaa!" Like from the movie 300. Yes I was alone. Yes I kept doing it. Yes I know it is sad.
Perks to NCUR? Free shit! What up!!! Free tote, good sized and pretty nice, that came with a free water bottle. Not to mention free lunch! It might have only been a ham sandwich but still. It was free. Oh, and not to mention a badass name tag. Mmmhm. It was one of those deals where it is like a little purse thing too. Apparently like you get on a cruise. I wouldn't know having never been on one.
It went good though. Talked to quite a few people, talked to some people for grad schools. Yeah, I don't know if I'm really considering grad school or not. But looking over some of the material, I think I might like getting my MURP just cuz of the name. A Master's in Urban and Regional Planning. No but really we learned about urban planning once when I was a freshmen and I was fascinated by it. Why? Because I hate sprawl. Also because I think there can be better land uses. They don't offer an urban planning major here or at least they didn't at the time. I don't know. I'm going to think about it. All the deadlines for fall admissions have passed already so I do have time to mull some shit over. Then again a whole lot of this depends on if I get a job. Then things can change.
Le sigh. I don't wanna grow up. I need to bag me a man already who I can live off of.
Right. So I went to the doctor yesterday cause I had to in order to get a refill on my leg cream and while I was there I thought I'd have her look at my poppy rib. You know, the rib that I can push in and it pops. Anyway good news. I don't have one too many ribs. Apparently my cartilage is extra flexible around there. She asked if I had any injuries that might have caused it and I was thinking and the only thing I could come up with was I fell of a teeter-totter. But then I wasn't quite sure when that was so I didn't say anything. But it was 2 summers ago that I when ka-boomies off it and I did start to notice my rib pop when I started down here at the grocery store so that was, like, late fall of '07 when it started to be weird. Perhaps it was the teeter-totter. Or perhaps not. Who knows. Anyway. She said that since it doesn't cause me any pain then really, there is nothing to worry about. The only real way to fix such things would be to have them take a rib out. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Check please! I'll keep all my ribs, a'thank ya.
Alright well I think I have rambled on long enough.
Tootles!
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