I’ve been asked by a few people where my loyalties wound up in the final series of the regular season. The Twins are playing the Red Sox, and while I tend to always go Twins over Sox in these cases, going into the weekend, the Red Sox still had a possibility of losing the eastern division title to the Yankees while the Twins had no shot of anything but a .500 season (which they’ve failed at). While the real answer is that I was pulling for Baltimore to sweep New York, most of me was just avoiding the games so that I didn’t have to decide.
But now that the Red Sox have clinched, I’m hoping that Justin Morneau goes yard one more time and Torii Hunter makes a game saving catch that robs David Ortiz of an extra base-hit. (I’m also hoping that it’s not Torii’s last chance to do so as a Minnesota Twin, but given that he’s up for free agency this winter the odds don’t look so good.) So, yes, for today I’m rooting against Boston. But come the start of playoffs, I’ll be a Red Sox fan all the way.
Of course, I don’t get the game here, so it’s all a moot point anyway.
Monthly Archives: September 2007
The Nietzsche Family Circus
You can waste a lot of time refreshing The Nietzsche Family Circus. It’s a randomly generated Family Circus panel paired with a randomly generated Friedrich Nietzsche quote. Occasionally it makes no sense, but more often than you’d think, they match pretty well for some amusing results. Like this one, as an ominous looking Jeffy (or is it Billy?) lords some philosophy over PJ:

As an aside, the Firefox spell checker knows the word Nietzsche. Who’d’ve thunk it? (It does not know the word who’d’ve, though perhaps that’s because it’s not a real word.)
The Weekend in Sports
Michigan 38, Notre Dame 0
Went to the game (again) on Saturday. While it’s nice to see the home team win for a change, I have more fun watching the crowd when they lose. On the other hand, this rout was not so much a sign that Michigan is back on the top of their game as a sign of just how bad Notre Dame is. Their total rushing yards for the game? -6… yes, that would be a negative sign.
On the other hand, their marching band was better than the Wolverines. One particularly impressive formation had them in the shape of a car “driving” across the field, complete with exhaust provided by fire extinguishers set off by the bagpipers. (And yeah… they have bagpipers as part of their band, which makes them that much cooler.)
Yankees 4, Red Sox 3
I have two new housemates from Massachusetts who are both die hard Sox game. A few weeks ago we gathered up a collection of Sox fans to watch some Red Sox-Yankees action at a bar where we were the definite minority — the Tigers were the main attraction that night. Last night we had an impromptu outing to watch the big match up at Buffalo Wild Wings. I showed up a little late and when I got there, I had reassure myself that I was still in Michigan. With both the Red Sox and the Patriots on the various TVs, there were former Bostonians everywhere. The bar even erupted into chants of “Let’s go Red Sox” at various points. I was filled with nostalgia for the days of hanging out at the A-side or Frogstar watching baseball with good friends who were all cheering for the same team.
Despite a near comeback in the bottom of the ninth that had Big Papi up with the bases loaded, the Sox couldn’t quite catch up with Derek Jeter’s jeer inducing 3 run homer in the eighth. Papi popped up, the game was over, and we went home disappointed. But still, it was nice to once again be surrounded by friends who were Sox fans.
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Later, I was wondering to myself why I enjoyed being one of the Red Sox fans and yet I don’t feel any predilection for Michigan football. It could be that one is baseball and one is football, but I think it’s a little deeper than that. Being a grad student, I still don’t feel like Michigan is “my” school and “my” team, despite having been here for two years now. On the other hand, I still feel like MIT is “mine” in some odd sense of the word because that’s where I was when I truly became an adult. Because MIT’s sports were laughable (I was a varsity athlete for crying out loud), the Red Sox became my “college” team. And thus, I’ll always feel at home in Red Sox nation… even if my true love is Justin Morneau.
A Musical
I have so few words for this: The Time Travelers Convention: A Musical
An e-mail from the author confirms that our little party was the inspiration. The show goes up in New York on October 1 for anyone who will be in that area. I’m not sure I’ll ever again be involved in something that inspires a full blown musical, so I’ve asked for a copy of the script. Judging by the summary on the webpage, I have a feeling the fictional convention plays out a little differently than the real one did.
Death of a Parrot
This is mostly for Martine, but according to slashdot, Alex the African Grey has died at the age of 31 (young, apparently). Coincidently, Martine and I were talking about him when she was visiting back in August. For those not aware, Alex is one of the parrots Martine worked with at the MIT Media Lab, training them to surf the Internet. (Remember when the media lab had so much money that they’d fund just about anything?)
I visited Martine there a few times and met Alex. I was impressed that a parrot could identify a key (when prompted by “What toy?”) and distinguish between wood and metal. He also knew his colors and could count, if I recall. He had a fellow parrot, Wart, who could do many of the same tricks, but it was always clear that Alex was “the smart one.”
Alex and Wart were a big part of why Martine got Jasmine, the quaker parrot who has pooped on me more times than I care to remember. Jasmine isn’t quite as clever as an African grey, but he can at least distinguish between the “hello” wave and the “night night” one. Perhaps in some fowl way (yep, second time in as many posts as I’ve used that pun), Jasmine can carry on Alex’s legacy.
Oregon 39, Michigan 7
This has the potential to be quite the comedy of a football season. As Michigan once again choked big time… well, actually, choke implies that at one point they were in a position to win. Let me start over… while Michigan lost its fourth game in a row to a fowl team (they’re the ducks, get it?), I heard a student proclaim loudly that he was paying good tuition money to go a good football school and he was getting ripped off. I related the story to a friend who had been in the bathroom at the time while we were walking out of the stadium. He insisted that I must have made that up because no one smart enough to get into Michigan would be stupid enough to say something like that. As he was protesting, we passed a mother and a son having the following exchange:
Mother: Now, you are here for academics and to get a degree.
Son: But, Mom —
Mother: No. What is important is that in four years you will have a diploma that says University of Michigan on it and that will help you get a good job.
Son: *whining* But, Mom, why can’t they just win once while I’m here?
Michigan fans are funny, and they don’t even know it. My friend conceded that I was not making it up.
Boston 10, Baltimore 0
Whoa, hold on!
Who the heck is Clay Buchholz?!?!
(Not paying attention to sports today? He’s a pitcher called up for his cup of coffee who, in only his second major league start ever, pitched a no hitter for the Boston Red Sox.)
Appalachian State 34, Michigan 32
This is the motto of today: Appalachian State is hot, hot, hot.
Today I walked into the Big House for the first football game of the season and told the people I was sitting with that I had decided to root for the opponent, a 1-AA team whose school I had only previously heard of because of an Internet viral video craze. My friends thought I was crazy, but I’m a sucker for the underdog and, unlike many in Ann Arbor, I definitely do not live and die by the Wolverines. Even so, when I made that statement, I never expected that I was going to be rooting for a winner.
Turns out, this was the first time a 1-AA team has beat a ranked D1 team ever.
I laughed a lot during the game at the tragedy of it all, and couldn’t help but feel a little glad for the Mountaineers as they stormed the field after the blocked field goal that ended the game (and almost resulted in another ASU touchdown). This is the sort of thing they make sports movies about… it’s just that I was sitting in the student section of the bigger, stronger, faster, and yet losing team. No one around me thought it was as amusing as I did.
I’ve never before seen a crowd leave a stadium in the shock that this one did. A freshman (I think) sitting near loudly declared that the remainder of his season tickets were for sale to anyone who would buy them. Another undergrad lamented that he should have sold his Ohio State ticket yesterday because now the going rate would surely plummet. Many, many people were heard on cell phones mourning with their loved ones about how “we” couldn’t ever get the 2-point conversion and how “we” couldn’t kick a field goal. Secretly, I was laughing then too, but I was a little afraid that someone would hurt me so I kept it to myself.