Tuesday, April 05, 2005
It's Been A While...
What a weekend.
Friday started out with happy hour followed by a keg tapping at our house.
Adam and Cousin Dave were here for both nights of the weekend festivities. Jesse and Adam had a fun time watching me get in way over my head on Friday night, but that's another story for another time in another place.
We hit the bars, where I ran into a high school friend celebrating her 21st, I bought her a shot and didn't remember this until about late afternoon Saturday. I love those kind of memories, the ones that pop up later. Fun stuff.
Saturday was The Day though. Josh and Pete, a couple of Adam's buddies from the Cities came over for our fantasy baseball draft, which got started about 2 hours later than we had planned. Big surprise there.
The draft was great. Pete and I were fighting over atheists and Twins - Josh, Adam, Shane, and Will fought for Cubbies and we all fought each other and debated picks, gave high fives and ripped on each other.
Pete was the first victim, trying to take Randy Johnson in round 2 after he had been selected only two picks before.
I was next after taking Gagne in the 3rd round, I did not know that the night before he had been placed on the 15 day DL with a sprained elbow. But it's only 15 days, and he'll be back, so I don't feel too bad about the pick.
I'm not a huge fan of my team. It has a lot of potential to be both great and horrible.
My squad looks like this:
C - Joe Mauer
1B - Mark Teixeira
2B - Michael Cuddyer
3B - Eric Chavez
SS - Carlos Guillen
IF - Justin Morneau
OF - Adam Dunn
OF - Brian Giles
OF - Lew Ford
Util - J.D. Drew
Bench - Shea Hillenbrand
Bench - Co Co Crisp
Bench - Mike Lieberthal
* I originally drafted Taguchi, rookie 2nd baseman for the Chi-Sox, but I dumped him to pick up Lieberthal to use when the Twins give Mauer a rest.
SP - Johan Santana
SP - A.J. Burnett
SP - J. Bonderman
RP - O. Dotel
RP - Danny Graves
P - John Smoltz
P - D. Baez
P - B. Wickman
P - Eric Milton
P - J. Marquis
P - B. Lawrence
DL - E. Gagne
DL - W. Miller (picked up after the draft and put on the DL)
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So Opening Day sucked for the Twins. Aside from Mauer's stolen base and Jones' catch in right field, there wasn't much to feel good about. Sexson demolished them with two jacks for five runs. But Santana is tossing tonight, so I feel good about that.
Back to Saturday:
We sat down to play an 8-player hold 'em game after the draft. I said my good-byes on the second hand. I had two pair, Aces and Nines, but Adam hit a set of Queens to take me out. I had a chance to not loose all my chips, but I made a mistake. The board his Q - blank - blank. We both checked. The turn hit a 9. I think I bet small and he called, slow playing those queens. Then the river was my killshot, the Ace hit. I bet out a little over half the pot, Adam raised twice what I bet, and I moved all-in. He beat me in the pot and I was down. Me moving all-in was simply not necessary. It was a stupid move since my hand, while being pretty good, wasn't exceptional. But, you play and you learn.
After the game I went to retrieve the porno that Cousin Dave picked up on his way into town and threw it in the VCR for everyone to enjoy. Nothing like a homo-erotic group porno viewing. The flick was called "Doggystyle" and lived up to its name.
Other than bring certain other things to life, it certainly brought to life some great convo. Josh revealed his recently reinvigerotaed sexual interest in tan lines.
And while some chode (not literally) was on TV making ridiculous faces and sporting a cheesey ass semi-wavey mullet (yeah, this was clearly from the 80's) Dave spoke up saying, "It's guys like this that make me think I could be a porn star." - a line that erupted the room in laughter.
Later on we put the hold em game on break in order to head to the bars, that's right, Shithole She-nan's.
I had a convo with Josh and Pete there where they said how it's amazing that the guys of the 213 talk to all the hottest girls in the bar and yet nothing comes of it. "Well," I said, "we suck, what do you expect?"
45 bucks and 12 apple jack shots later (I bought them for people, I didn't take them all), I was down to my last three dollars, which meant it was time to go and eat a piece a pizza I did not need at Jeff and Jim's, my employer.
--
But back to baseball. I fuckin' love it and I can't wait to watch Santana pitch tonight. Bliss.
Until Later.
Friday started out with happy hour followed by a keg tapping at our house.
Adam and Cousin Dave were here for both nights of the weekend festivities. Jesse and Adam had a fun time watching me get in way over my head on Friday night, but that's another story for another time in another place.
We hit the bars, where I ran into a high school friend celebrating her 21st, I bought her a shot and didn't remember this until about late afternoon Saturday. I love those kind of memories, the ones that pop up later. Fun stuff.
Saturday was The Day though. Josh and Pete, a couple of Adam's buddies from the Cities came over for our fantasy baseball draft, which got started about 2 hours later than we had planned. Big surprise there.
The draft was great. Pete and I were fighting over atheists and Twins - Josh, Adam, Shane, and Will fought for Cubbies and we all fought each other and debated picks, gave high fives and ripped on each other.
Pete was the first victim, trying to take Randy Johnson in round 2 after he had been selected only two picks before.
I was next after taking Gagne in the 3rd round, I did not know that the night before he had been placed on the 15 day DL with a sprained elbow. But it's only 15 days, and he'll be back, so I don't feel too bad about the pick.
I'm not a huge fan of my team. It has a lot of potential to be both great and horrible.
My squad looks like this:
C - Joe Mauer
1B - Mark Teixeira
2B - Michael Cuddyer
3B - Eric Chavez
SS - Carlos Guillen
IF - Justin Morneau
OF - Adam Dunn
OF - Brian Giles
OF - Lew Ford
Util - J.D. Drew
Bench - Shea Hillenbrand
Bench - Co Co Crisp
Bench - Mike Lieberthal
* I originally drafted Taguchi, rookie 2nd baseman for the Chi-Sox, but I dumped him to pick up Lieberthal to use when the Twins give Mauer a rest.
SP - Johan Santana
SP - A.J. Burnett
SP - J. Bonderman
RP - O. Dotel
RP - Danny Graves
P - John Smoltz
P - D. Baez
P - B. Wickman
P - Eric Milton
P - J. Marquis
P - B. Lawrence
DL - E. Gagne
DL - W. Miller (picked up after the draft and put on the DL)
----
So Opening Day sucked for the Twins. Aside from Mauer's stolen base and Jones' catch in right field, there wasn't much to feel good about. Sexson demolished them with two jacks for five runs. But Santana is tossing tonight, so I feel good about that.
Back to Saturday:
We sat down to play an 8-player hold 'em game after the draft. I said my good-byes on the second hand. I had two pair, Aces and Nines, but Adam hit a set of Queens to take me out. I had a chance to not loose all my chips, but I made a mistake. The board his Q - blank - blank. We both checked. The turn hit a 9. I think I bet small and he called, slow playing those queens. Then the river was my killshot, the Ace hit. I bet out a little over half the pot, Adam raised twice what I bet, and I moved all-in. He beat me in the pot and I was down. Me moving all-in was simply not necessary. It was a stupid move since my hand, while being pretty good, wasn't exceptional. But, you play and you learn.
After the game I went to retrieve the porno that Cousin Dave picked up on his way into town and threw it in the VCR for everyone to enjoy. Nothing like a homo-erotic group porno viewing. The flick was called "Doggystyle" and lived up to its name.
Other than bring certain other things to life, it certainly brought to life some great convo. Josh revealed his recently reinvigerotaed sexual interest in tan lines.
And while some chode (not literally) was on TV making ridiculous faces and sporting a cheesey ass semi-wavey mullet (yeah, this was clearly from the 80's) Dave spoke up saying, "It's guys like this that make me think I could be a porn star." - a line that erupted the room in laughter.
Later on we put the hold em game on break in order to head to the bars, that's right, Shithole She-nan's.
I had a convo with Josh and Pete there where they said how it's amazing that the guys of the 213 talk to all the hottest girls in the bar and yet nothing comes of it. "Well," I said, "we suck, what do you expect?"
45 bucks and 12 apple jack shots later (I bought them for people, I didn't take them all), I was down to my last three dollars, which meant it was time to go and eat a piece a pizza I did not need at Jeff and Jim's, my employer.
--
But back to baseball. I fuckin' love it and I can't wait to watch Santana pitch tonight. Bliss.
Until Later.
