Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Remember George Costanza's all-too-brief hand modeling career? (It was The Puffy Shirt episode for those who need a refresher.)
Well, it seems that our own Gary Perone's giant hand has also gone Hollywood!
I just hope
Jimmy Dean Gary is getting some hefty royalties for the use of his oversized digits (at the 1:20 mark):
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
It's been a while since the last blog post. I apologize. But really, there's not much to write about in late September/early October (read all about The Cyclone of Life if you don't believe me.)
Today, however, we played our annual Pasta Bowl game against the boys from Gargiulo's, and while the performances were nothing to write home about, they at least give me something to blog about.
Much like the 2002 MLB All-Star Game, this contest between superstars resulted in a controversial tie. In fact, the similarities between the two games are eerie. In '02, the game was called because the major leaguers ran out of multimillion dollar athletes, since they didn't want to overuse their finely-tuned arms and bodies. Today, the game was called because Steve couldn't lift his arm above his waist anymore and Jake had to leave to go to his second job. Almost the exact same circumstances!
All in all, we were pretty pathetic. We probably had about seven or eight combined hits in 10 innings (technically, I had three of them, but one was a pop-up to short that no one touched and the other two went a TOTAL of two and a half feet). Our first basemen made five errors, Miggy couldn't throw out an 11-year-old kid (twice), Berman and Mahoney were taken out by a well-hidden sniper (Mahoney rounding third, and Berman in the on-deck circle), I got hit by a ball while running the bases and trying to be slicker and quicker than my creaky 34-year-old body will allow, Jake purposely got into the worst rundown in the history of rundowns, Ian threw jump hooks/shot puts from the outfield, Steve gave up perhaps the hardest-hit home run in MCU Park history, and Ricky thought we were all just playing a really long game of hot potato.
Three and a half hours later, both sides just basically gave up, because it seemed like no one would ever score again, and we were all just too tired to care anymore.
On the positive side, the Gargiulo's crew brought some outstanding food, so it was all worthwhile.