Must be Sweeps Week in the AL East

Thank you, Mr. Teixeira

…Cause the Yankees are on top of it. Again.

It might be with a 4-8 record for games in season against the BoSox, but hey, I’m not one to complain.

As a proud New Yorker, I wanted to personally thank Boston for the 6 1/2 game lead in the American League. No doubt we will squander the lead come September, but for now all is well in the Empire State.

The Red Sox are a lot like beach chairs: fun, relaxing, and fold up around Labor Day.

Acutal face of blogger Sean A. while watching Yankees/Red Sox series this weekend.

Job Hunt Update

Volunteer Work for Habitat for Humanity. It’s good, very good for a resume, but kind of like getting an N64 without Goldeneye.

How’s your search goin Casey?

Quick Hitters…

Here are my thoughts on some current events over the past week.

Michael Jackson

How is it possible people are forgetting the MJ of the last 15 years?  If I told you in another life that someone who—1.) was repeatedly accused of child sexual abuse, 2.) changed his skin color, 3.) looked like a shotty haloween costume, 4.) made a living out of grabbing his crotch, 5.) live in a fairytale world culminated at his child-themed ranch named “neverland”, 6.) really looked like a shotty Halloween costume, 7.) left his children to Diana Ross, 8.) dangled a baby over a 3^rd floor balcony—was completely given a mulligan because of platinum records and a stellar childhood, you would probably call the cops. Insane.

Billy Mays

If Jacko’s tribute was hosted by the Lakers at the Staples center with speeches from Kobe and Magic, does this mean the Clippers will host Mays tribute? If so, I can’t wait for Chris Kaman’s speech and Michael Olowokandi’s story about how Mays made him a better basketball player.

Marcin Gortat

5 years, $34 million? *Cough*, excuses me, I thought you said million. We can now start using the phrase, “Mark Cuban Rich”.

I Miss College

No shit, huh? I don’t just miss the good times, it’s the fact that I am not learning anything anymore. And no, I don’t mean academically— college was a time I learned a lot of tips and life lessons that you just don’t pick up anywhere else. College is where I learned that if you start Zeppelin’s “Stairway To Heaven” and Rainbow Road on Mario Kart simultaneously, the “…and as we wind on down the road” part kicks in exactly as your final lap starts. College is where I learned that Hannaford is the most racist supermarket in the world because it sells Modelo Beer (cervesa) not in the beer isle, but in the “Mexican” isle on the 2^nd shelf next to the taco seasoning where only short Mexicans can see it.

I feel like my brain is getting soft these days, maybe I’ll read a bo…oh look, a squirrel.

Steve McNair

Rule #1 of being a professional athlete: Lock it up.

A shame.

Rasheed Wallace

I said about a month ago that my dream list of guys the Celtics should go after would be : Boris Diaw, Ron Artest, Shawn Marion, and Sheed (in no particular order). Anyone of those guys would replace the void left by James Posey that the C’s missed last year. Of course, Sheed isn’t going to be the defender the Posey was, but his rebounding skills will make up for that. Plus, how can you not be looking forward to a KG/Sheed stare down after his 30^th technical? Cut the shit.

P.S.- I watched game 4 of the 2008 NBA finals a few days ago. Let me tell you, it is bizarre to watch KG play. I never really understood how painful the Celtics were to watch this past season without him. He better be in a hyperbaric chamber in Tibet right now.

-Casey

Turning Tricks: An American Myth

General Joseph Hooker: A fine soldier indeed

Thomas Philip O’Neil once stated that “All politics is local.” The point he was trying to convey was that everything starts at home. Your local relationships are the most important. And I agree with ol’ Tip. Therefore, my goal for this blog will be to ruminate about the random happenings in and around the city of Boston. Where’s the best after work watering hole? Why the fuck does Downtown Crossing smell like a cigarette even though it’s completely outdoors? Does Centerfolds have a Sunday night discount? (Spoiler alert: they do.) In essence, expect an all-encompassing guide/narrative concerning the venerable vices twenty-something Bostonians may enjoy. Oh, and if you don’t know who Tip O’Neil is: no, you did not try hard enough in school, and yes, your parents are disappointed in you, even if they don’t say it. So, without further ado – my inaugural post:

The city of Boston has officially decided to turn into London. We had the cobblestone. We had low-rise brownstones. We had the plethora of bars. Now we have the rain. I spent about a week in London in college and this is how it was every single day. Except that I was intoxicated the majority of the time. Now, however, I have a job so I can’t just drink my way through it. This time instead of posting up at some pub to imbibe copious amounts of Boddington cans and smoke cigarettes inside to wash down the shitty British food, I have to go outside in the urban jungle and fend for myself. Of course, by fend for myself I mean walk up a few blocks and buy some overpriced sushi.

I always hit up this place Zen on Beacon St. Highly recommend it. But this is neither here nor there. On my way back to the Financial District I walked past the State House and subsequently noticed the massive statue adjacent to the golden dome. If you are unfamiliar with it or you are part of the aforementioned group that did not try hard enough in school and are disappointing your parents every day with your mediocrity, the statue I am talking about is that of General Joseph Hooker. Legend has it this is where the term “hooker” actually derives from. Allegedly, the “Handsome Captain” as he was called back in his fighting days was a hard boozer and an even harder womanizer. Basically, he was me but with an insatiable desire to make the rivers flow with Confederate blood.

But enough history. This got me thinking: if General Hooker’s libido induced the term “hooker” how dare the prostitution industry claim to be “the oldest profession in the world.” Complete and utter claim. This is the equivalent of saying strippers came before bankers, 19 year old Northern Jersey girls with a Bebe shirt, low self-esteem and a fake ID came before the New York Yankees organization, or that voluntary female student trainers came before organized collegiate lacrosse. Give me a fucking break.

What came first, the chicken or the egg? Well hypothetically let’s say the chicken was an affluent white male of power. Then, just for shit’s sake, let’s say the egg wasn’t hugged enough, needed to pay rent and held a unique set of skills involving blow jobs and discretion. You tell me which one came first. Therefore, while I respect the prostitution industry and what they’re trying to do, I hereby do NOT condone the claim that they are “the oldest profession in the world.” Urban myth. Now I’m going to go buy some fucking sashimi and think about a wonderful young woman I met in Hamburg, Germany last winter. Peace.

-Charles G

You Ain’t Up On This: BOTB

I recently discovered that I get Fox Reality which is the New Jersey of the 100′s channels. Earlier today they were playing this show called “Battle Of The Bods” which may be the greatest show/social experiment ever. They get girls to self-rank themselves based on three different body parts and have assholes judge them. Looks good on paper, even better in person. Check it out.

Full Episodes Here

(P.S.- If you don’t think I’m turning this into a drinking game, you’re un-American. I miss college)

-Casey

You Know You’re A Moron When…

…someone sends you footage of the Pilot episode of Lost and you think it’s a video of the Air France crash. No, excuse me. You know you’re a moron when someone sends you footage of the Pilot episode of Lost and you think it’s a video of the Air France crash and THEN you broadcast it on your newscast. Somewhere Jacob is shaking his head. Or Jacob as Locke. I mean Ja…nevermind.

-Casey

Internet Meth…

Bored? This addictive game combines two of America’s greatest pastimes: Trebuchets and murdering royalty. Enjoy.

Crush The Castle

-Casey