Dear Milwaukee Brewers,
I don't know how to say this but I think we're over.
Look, it's been an amazing run. It has. You've treated me well most of the time. We've had our laughs and we've had our cries. There's been some monumental celebrations in our time together. Now there's just monumental heartbreak.
I know because I love you I should give you a second chance, hang with you through thick and thin but it's just so hard. It really is. You guys are just terrible. It would be different if I could point a finger at the one to blame but I can't. If it's not the starting pitching, it's the relievers. The bats are hot one day and cold the next. I can't blame Ken Macha, he's just been doing his job. Could he change the batting order? Not stick with the pitchers as long? Maybe but in reality this isn't a managerial issue. Can I blame Doug Melvin since after all this is the team he put together? More then I can blame Macha but who would have thought two solid pitchers-Randy Wolf and Doug Davis- would end up being two of the worse? And then there's the Trevor issue. The man cannot throw anymore. Would anyone have expected that? No. Did they give him the ball in the ninth a few too many times? Yes but they didn't have any other options.
So as you can see Escobar, Braun, Fielder, Counsell, Hart, McGehee, Weeks, Gomez, Edmonds, Zaun, Inglett, Kottaras, Gerut and all you pitchers who aren't worth naming, why I'm feeling like we need to call it quits. Why you've become toxic. You make me angry. You make me depressed. You make me want to scream but most importantly you don't make me happy. And that's not good.
Ok who am I kidding? I'm not going to call it quits on you. I won't. I love you too much for that. It's just frustrating and like that kid in Fever Pitch asked of Jimmy Fallon, have you ever loved me back? And the answer is not lately.
I'd like that to change.
H & K's!
Katie
PS-I've been having a love affair with the San Francisco Giants for about a year now. I'm sorry this is the way to tell you but at this point, you don't deserve better.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Read these
No. That's not a suggestion, that's a command.
Read them.
Do it.
First it's the Chicken Runs at Midnight story which is touching.
And then this old yet still funny thing about Craig Counsell's age/young looks.
Read.... NOW
Ok I found another to read.
Read them.
Do it.
First it's the Chicken Runs at Midnight story which is touching.
And then this old yet still funny thing about Craig Counsell's age/young looks.
Read.... NOW
Ok I found another to read.
Terrible
So the Brewers suck. And they suck hard. Is it mean of me to say so? No. Why? Because I love them. And if you can't be brutally honest with the people you love then who can you be it to?
What the relief pitchers are thinking:
And don't think the offense is off the hook either. I mean, they don't suck nearly as much as the bullpen but they could do better.
It's horrible. What the frack is wrong with Trevor Hoffman. I'm almost regretting getting mobile updates now. I have a feeling my phone might meet a wall and then its demise soon after if he keeps blowing saves.
What the relief pitchers are thinking:
And don't think the offense is off the hook either. I mean, they don't suck nearly as much as the bullpen but they could do better.
It's horrible. What the frack is wrong with Trevor Hoffman. I'm almost regretting getting mobile updates now. I have a feeling my phone might meet a wall and then its demise soon after if he keeps blowing saves.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Reflection
So here I sit a year later with nothing to show for myself.
It's been almost a year since I graduated college. If you asked me a year ago what I thought I'd be doing at this time sitting in my parent's kitchen waiting for a Lean Cuisine to nuke while listening to my iPod on shuffle contemplating what to do with my days since I'm only employed part time at the craptastic grocery store would not be it. No sir.
But here I sit. And to add to this already painful situation my neighbor has decided to walk around without his shirt on and he's old-ish. Thanks for that.
I know I'm not the only one in this fantastic situation. Five years ago when I started school who would have thought four years later the American economy would be so terrible? And of course I went to school for journalism which if you haven't noticed the newspaper industry, economy or not, is not in good shape.
Aren't I one lucky fool. Had I know prior to my senior year that newspapers were in fact barely able to keep their heads above water I honestly might have thought of picking a different major or a different second major then political freaking science to make myself a little bit more employable. But I didn't. Thanks for that Whitewater. Also thanks for deciding to modernize your journalism program to be more new media and technology focused the year AFTER I graduate. Well done. Can I get a rebate or perhaps a handful of free classes to make up for that?
Sometime I wonder how valuable my degree is. I graduated in four years with a double major cum laude. On top of that I got a grant to do undergraduate research and then present it at a national conference. What in the hell good has that done for me? Nothing besides looking cool on paper. I don't even know where my degree is. No seriously. I don't. I can't find my diploma. It was on the piano for a while then it was on a shelf and now I don't have a clue where I put it. I hope someone knows where it is. That's got to be the most expensive piece of paper around.
Ok so lets move away from this little sob fest I'm putting together and look at some of the good of the past year. Yeah alright so in June it'll be a year since I've started to write for the local weeklies. Alright that's good. I don't care what others might think I'm considering that a year of experience, damnit! I've learned to do a ton of different things. Features about old people? Check. Sports? Check. Photojournalism? Check. Layout? Half a check. And of course there was the eight months as a city reporter! I've def. padded the resume some.
It's just in the grand scheme of things I feel insignificant. I do. That no matter how much I'm trying or whatever it doesn't matter. I'm quite honestly sick of the comments of me not working full time or living at home still. Excuse me but if you add it all together-grocery store and writing- I put in a forty hour week. It might not pack a mean punch, it might not be traditional but it is what it is. Could I be looking a bit harder for a job? Probably. But I don't go three days without checking the job boards on madison.com, jsonline or the journalism web site looking for jobs. I am not ready to settle for a job I don't want. I'm doing that five days a week when I go to the store.
I'm still young alright? I'm 23. Why in the hell do I have to start hating my life already? That's what will happen if I get pressured into working at a bank or something. Believe me some time the day will come when it reaches the catalysis of not being able to bear living at home any more with some of the bullshit that goes with it. (yeah mom. If you found the address to this blog, congrats. you wanted to read it so bad) If I have to live off the state then in order to keep my sanity then I will. I hope to whatever's holy that never happens but if it gets to that point then I don't know what else to do. At this point I refuse to find a job I know I'm going to hate. I don't want to be a cranky SOB that nobody wants to be around because of it. It's no fun to be on the other side of that.
So there's that.
It's been almost a year since I graduated college. If you asked me a year ago what I thought I'd be doing at this time sitting in my parent's kitchen waiting for a Lean Cuisine to nuke while listening to my iPod on shuffle contemplating what to do with my days since I'm only employed part time at the craptastic grocery store would not be it. No sir.
But here I sit. And to add to this already painful situation my neighbor has decided to walk around without his shirt on and he's old-ish. Thanks for that.
I know I'm not the only one in this fantastic situation. Five years ago when I started school who would have thought four years later the American economy would be so terrible? And of course I went to school for journalism which if you haven't noticed the newspaper industry, economy or not, is not in good shape.
Aren't I one lucky fool. Had I know prior to my senior year that newspapers were in fact barely able to keep their heads above water I honestly might have thought of picking a different major or a different second major then political freaking science to make myself a little bit more employable. But I didn't. Thanks for that Whitewater. Also thanks for deciding to modernize your journalism program to be more new media and technology focused the year AFTER I graduate. Well done. Can I get a rebate or perhaps a handful of free classes to make up for that?
Sometime I wonder how valuable my degree is. I graduated in four years with a double major cum laude. On top of that I got a grant to do undergraduate research and then present it at a national conference. What in the hell good has that done for me? Nothing besides looking cool on paper. I don't even know where my degree is. No seriously. I don't. I can't find my diploma. It was on the piano for a while then it was on a shelf and now I don't have a clue where I put it. I hope someone knows where it is. That's got to be the most expensive piece of paper around.
Ok so lets move away from this little sob fest I'm putting together and look at some of the good of the past year. Yeah alright so in June it'll be a year since I've started to write for the local weeklies. Alright that's good. I don't care what others might think I'm considering that a year of experience, damnit! I've learned to do a ton of different things. Features about old people? Check. Sports? Check. Photojournalism? Check. Layout? Half a check. And of course there was the eight months as a city reporter! I've def. padded the resume some.
It's just in the grand scheme of things I feel insignificant. I do. That no matter how much I'm trying or whatever it doesn't matter. I'm quite honestly sick of the comments of me not working full time or living at home still. Excuse me but if you add it all together-grocery store and writing- I put in a forty hour week. It might not pack a mean punch, it might not be traditional but it is what it is. Could I be looking a bit harder for a job? Probably. But I don't go three days without checking the job boards on madison.com, jsonline or the journalism web site looking for jobs. I am not ready to settle for a job I don't want. I'm doing that five days a week when I go to the store.
I'm still young alright? I'm 23. Why in the hell do I have to start hating my life already? That's what will happen if I get pressured into working at a bank or something. Believe me some time the day will come when it reaches the catalysis of not being able to bear living at home any more with some of the bullshit that goes with it. (yeah mom. If you found the address to this blog, congrats. you wanted to read it so bad) If I have to live off the state then in order to keep my sanity then I will. I hope to whatever's holy that never happens but if it gets to that point then I don't know what else to do. At this point I refuse to find a job I know I'm going to hate. I don't want to be a cranky SOB that nobody wants to be around because of it. It's no fun to be on the other side of that.
So there's that.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
An Ode to the Olfactory
I like to smell.
No, not me personally. I like to smell things. I think it's my favorite sense behind seeing and hearing.
I'm like Gus from Psych. I've got a super sniffer. Or so I like to think. Anyway, what's the point? The point is I've been thinking about scents that remind me of people/places/things and thought hey now why not write some of this shit on down? So here it is.
Vanilla hand lotion-It reminds me of second semester freshmen year of college. Why? I'm not entirely sure. I think I must have used it a lot then or something. But every time I smell it I think of sitting at my desk in my dorm room.
Bounce dryer sheets-Once again college. Why? I'd use them to freshen things up a bit. You know how stale dorm rooms can get. I'd put one in the trash when it started to get ripe instead of doing something crazy like take it out. Plus I kept them in a drawer with my towels so every time I had to get a towel or wash cloth or something I'd open it on up and smell that lovely smell. Then when we moved into an apartment it was the same deal. Put a few in the trash to spritz it up some.
Ginger creams- The smell of those suckers makes me think of my Grandma S. There's also a certain smell of their house that I can't describe but can recognize in a nano second.
Cigarettes, coffee and cats- My other grandma. It might seem like an unpleasant combination or just unpleasant but it wasn't.
Cardboard and rotisserie chicken- The grocery store.
Dishwasher soap, roast and cookies-Ah the smell of home! Ok so I don't really know what home smells like since I live here but those three things I know makes me think of it. Even when I was in school I'd come home after a month and not be able to pick up on its scent.
Lighter fluid- The parking lots at Miller Park. I smell that and am instantly sent tailgating in my mind.
Pencils and paper- Smells like writing! It does. Take a whiff of a number two (oh that could mean poo...but that's not the number two I'm talking about) and it'll smell like taking notes.
Gum- Smells like my car. Doesn't matter what flavor. My car smells like whatever gum I leave in there. And newsprint.
Dreft laundry soap- Little Miss Thang. She also smells like her bath soap but I don't know wtf it is. She's got the baby scent!
I'm sure there are more but now that I have decided to sit down and write it I can't remember them all. Dang. I hate it when that happens.
No, not me personally. I like to smell things. I think it's my favorite sense behind seeing and hearing.
I'm like Gus from Psych. I've got a super sniffer. Or so I like to think. Anyway, what's the point? The point is I've been thinking about scents that remind me of people/places/things and thought hey now why not write some of this shit on down? So here it is.
Vanilla hand lotion-It reminds me of second semester freshmen year of college. Why? I'm not entirely sure. I think I must have used it a lot then or something. But every time I smell it I think of sitting at my desk in my dorm room.
Bounce dryer sheets-Once again college. Why? I'd use them to freshen things up a bit. You know how stale dorm rooms can get. I'd put one in the trash when it started to get ripe instead of doing something crazy like take it out. Plus I kept them in a drawer with my towels so every time I had to get a towel or wash cloth or something I'd open it on up and smell that lovely smell. Then when we moved into an apartment it was the same deal. Put a few in the trash to spritz it up some.
Ginger creams- The smell of those suckers makes me think of my Grandma S. There's also a certain smell of their house that I can't describe but can recognize in a nano second.
Cigarettes, coffee and cats- My other grandma. It might seem like an unpleasant combination or just unpleasant but it wasn't.
Cardboard and rotisserie chicken- The grocery store.
Dishwasher soap, roast and cookies-Ah the smell of home! Ok so I don't really know what home smells like since I live here but those three things I know makes me think of it. Even when I was in school I'd come home after a month and not be able to pick up on its scent.
Lighter fluid- The parking lots at Miller Park. I smell that and am instantly sent tailgating in my mind.
Pencils and paper- Smells like writing! It does. Take a whiff of a number two (oh that could mean poo...but that's not the number two I'm talking about) and it'll smell like taking notes.
Gum- Smells like my car. Doesn't matter what flavor. My car smells like whatever gum I leave in there. And newsprint.
Dreft laundry soap- Little Miss Thang. She also smells like her bath soap but I don't know wtf it is. She's got the baby scent!
I'm sure there are more but now that I have decided to sit down and write it I can't remember them all. Dang. I hate it when that happens.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I'd be angry too
I think I've figured out why Milton Bradley, the baseball player with a bad attitude and general angry demeanor, is the way he is. His parents named him Milton Bradley. How much crap did he get from people about being named after a board game company?
For reals! That's all I can think of when I hear his name. Just think off all the possibilities for making fun of him!
Kid-Hey, hey Milton! Why are you fidgeting so much? Got Ants in the Pants?
Kid-Hey Milton! (holds up a picture) Who's this?
Milton-Uh I don't know.
Kid-Guess!
M-I don't have a clue!
K-GUESS!
M-You want me to guess who that is?
K-Ahaha! Hey guys! I got him to say it! Guess Who!
Milton's concentrating on something
Kid-Oooh don't mess up!
M-I won't.
K-Don't...don't mess up!
M-Stop it, man. (messes up) Now look what you made me do!
K-Ahahaha! JENGA!!!
After seeing some kids do something bad.
Kid1- You didn't see this Milton.
M-No, I...I didn't.
Kid2-Dang right you didn't.
M-Don't worry guys! I won't say a word!
Kid1-You better not.
Kid2-Yeah. Don't Spill the Beans!
M-....duuuudes!
After a game, giving an interview
Milton- Hand's Down it was my best-
Reporter-(breaks out laughing) Hahaha!
M-Shut the hell up you little punk!
R-(runs for his life)
After game again
Milton-Yeah you know it was a good name. I was able to get a few hits.
Same Reporter-Four hits. Would you say it was easy to connect with the ball tonight.
M-Well yeah. I connected four times-wait you little bastard!
R-(runs away) Hahahahaha! Guys, I did it! Connect Four!
Reporter 2-Your just a Barrel of Monkey's, John. (turns to R3) Did you, did you see what I just did there?
Reporter 3-...barrel of...Ooooh! I get it!
Oh I could go on. I really could. But I won't. This is why parents need to think a name through. Things like the name Milton Bradley could be avoided. Though tough luck for the Parker brothers, they're screwed regardless.
For reals! That's all I can think of when I hear his name. Just think off all the possibilities for making fun of him!
Kid-Hey, hey Milton! Why are you fidgeting so much? Got Ants in the Pants?
Kid-Hey Milton! (holds up a picture) Who's this?
Milton-Uh I don't know.
Kid-Guess!
M-I don't have a clue!
K-GUESS!
M-You want me to guess who that is?
K-Ahaha! Hey guys! I got him to say it! Guess Who!
Milton's concentrating on something
Kid-Oooh don't mess up!
M-I won't.
K-Don't...don't mess up!
M-Stop it, man. (messes up) Now look what you made me do!
K-Ahahaha! JENGA!!!
After seeing some kids do something bad.
Kid1- You didn't see this Milton.
M-No, I...I didn't.
Kid2-Dang right you didn't.
M-Don't worry guys! I won't say a word!
Kid1-You better not.
Kid2-Yeah. Don't Spill the Beans!
M-....duuuudes!
After a game, giving an interview
Milton- Hand's Down it was my best-
Reporter-(breaks out laughing) Hahaha!
M-Shut the hell up you little punk!
R-(runs for his life)
After game again
Milton-Yeah you know it was a good name. I was able to get a few hits.
Same Reporter-Four hits. Would you say it was easy to connect with the ball tonight.
M-Well yeah. I connected four times-wait you little bastard!
R-(runs away) Hahahahaha! Guys, I did it! Connect Four!
Reporter 2-Your just a Barrel of Monkey's, John. (turns to R3) Did you, did you see what I just did there?
Reporter 3-...barrel of...Ooooh! I get it!
Oh I could go on. I really could. But I won't. This is why parents need to think a name through. Things like the name Milton Bradley could be avoided. Though tough luck for the Parker brothers, they're screwed regardless.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Try these
Here are some things for Trevor to blow instead of saves:
That's just the tip of the iceberg baby.
That's just the tip of the iceberg baby.
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