Apr 22 2009
Spaghetti Bake
I suppose it is a bit greedy to ask for four straight wins, but I have to express my supreme disappointment with the first six frames of today’s balls of bases contest.
Here I was all set to pen a euphoric lunchtime picnic set in the e-crastination of MLBTV and wordpress — happily content to the only brightspot of an otherwise rainy day taken up by boring work and an inevitably sucky trip to the gym (necessary to the sustainability of my diet, which consists mostly of chicken fingers and ketel one).
But then Scott “Spaghetti” Baker and the Minnesota Wet Noodles took all of about eleven minutes to get me to minimize my HD browser in favor of the satisfaction of finishing my TPX report.
Don’t take my negative vibes as being down on the Twins for the season, but why is it that whenever I do manage to inflate up my excitement over something (the faux-double-header), the Minnesota brain trust finds a way to quash it out of excitement as quickly as possible? I should probably manage expectations more appropriately.
While I’m being a downer, here’s an exchange from a great film, The Last Picture Show, that reminded me of Honky Tonk Chilly when I watched it the other night:
Sam: You see? This is what I get for bettin’ on my own home town ballteam. I ought’a have better sense.
Abilene: Wouldn’t hurt to have a better home town.
I love Minneapolis. But Chilly, sometimes you make me hate it — just like the spaghettwins of april 09.
But, hey. At least we’ve always got fine dining just up the road…
