So this is what we did down in the Cayman's, a.k.a. PARADISE. A nice little write-up for SI.com done by Charles Merritt, and a video for SI.com done by yours truly. Check it oot.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Getting On The Failboat
Here's a glimpse of me during our FIVE HOUR DELAY at the Miami Airport en route to the Cayman Islands. On the whole, this video is not worth watching, and is probably amusing to only me and Charles (Just the tip). But it's probably the most negative, sarcastic, frustrated, and disheveled you will ever see me. There is a mention of fantasy baseball in there, so it manages to keep with the sports theme of this blog. I now hate Miami, too.
Ashwin and Charles TRY to go to the Cayman Islands ft. SST from Charles Merritt on Vimeo.
Ashwin and Charles TRY to go to the Cayman Islands ft. SST from Charles Merritt on Vimeo.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
BOSTON MUST DIE
The Boston Celtics are NBA Champions. News of this hit me hard, almost as hard as the realization that I'd lost my iPhone while exiting a taxi outside Laguardia Airport. The iPhone? It can be replaced, by the much cheaper model that comes out July 11th. The Celtics as champs? That's forever, man.
So now Boston has two defending champions. If you want to count the Patriots (who actually play in Foxboro, Mass, like idiots), then Boston sports teams have now won 6 titles this decade. As Philadelphians, it drives the dagger a little deeper into our collective bellies. To see a region which for a period of time defined sporting futility now become the hub of the sporting universe is... the exact opposite of what we wanted to see.
What's worse, on the same night that the Celtics won their 17th title, the Sox blanked the Phillies 3-0, behind a dominant pitching performance from young Jon Lester. The lanky lefty had no trouble slicing fastballs past Utley and Howard, and the question still persists whether the Phils' big bats are equipped to handle good pitching.
This post is too depressing. I LOST MY FUCKING iPHONE. And now I'm stuck at Miami airport, apparently 13 minutes away from boarding our flight that's already been delayed by 2 hours. Tropical Storm Miley Cyrus is starting to make her presence felt, and threatens to delay our flight another 2 hours. What is the deal with having an airport in Miami, anyway? Is it not like trying to fly the Millennium Falcon out of the Death Star? Here is a picture of Chewbacca throwing out the first pitch at a baseball game.
Shit sucks right now. I need a girlfriend, a phone, a haircut, 8 hours of sleep, and Boston to die. In that order.
So now Boston has two defending champions. If you want to count the Patriots (who actually play in Foxboro, Mass, like idiots), then Boston sports teams have now won 6 titles this decade. As Philadelphians, it drives the dagger a little deeper into our collective bellies. To see a region which for a period of time defined sporting futility now become the hub of the sporting universe is... the exact opposite of what we wanted to see.
What's worse, on the same night that the Celtics won their 17th title, the Sox blanked the Phillies 3-0, behind a dominant pitching performance from young Jon Lester. The lanky lefty had no trouble slicing fastballs past Utley and Howard, and the question still persists whether the Phils' big bats are equipped to handle good pitching.
This post is too depressing. I LOST MY FUCKING iPHONE. And now I'm stuck at Miami airport, apparently 13 minutes away from boarding our flight that's already been delayed by 2 hours. Tropical Storm Miley Cyrus is starting to make her presence felt, and threatens to delay our flight another 2 hours. What is the deal with having an airport in Miami, anyway? Is it not like trying to fly the Millennium Falcon out of the Death Star? Here is a picture of Chewbacca throwing out the first pitch at a baseball game.
Shit sucks right now. I need a girlfriend, a phone, a haircut, 8 hours of sleep, and Boston to die. In that order.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Stanley Cup Finals Turing Into A Classic
For anyone who didn't stay up to watch the Triple OT thriller Game 5 like I did, you missed a hell of a hockey game. Maybe it was Mike Emrick's hysterical play-by-play or the fact that it was a Monday, but that was the best hockey this e-blogger has watched in a long time.
Before the three intense overtime periods, there were three periods of scintillating regulation hockey. The Penguins came out and opened up a 2-0 lead in the first period, after having not scored a goal in Games 1 and 2 at Joe Louis Arena. Red Wings fans were silent, and the Penguins were finally skating with confidence against the more "experienced" Wings. Octopus, which had been worth $42.75 before the game, plummeted to $7.15 by the end of the first period. Detroiters, initially eager to hurl the traditional victory symbol on the ice in celebration of Cup glory, instead found themselves trading their mollusks for beer money.
But then, the Red Wings remembered Lord Stanley's trophy, which was in the house on this potentially auspicious night. They largely dominated the 2nd period, and although they only got 1 goal from Darren Helm, you got the sense that the momentum had shifted to the Red end of the spectrum. By the time Datsyuk scored on a power play early in the 3rd, the Wings were in control.
Blah blah blah, Pittsburgh scored with 30-some seconds to go, overtime was awesome this blog is over.
Before the three intense overtime periods, there were three periods of scintillating regulation hockey. The Penguins came out and opened up a 2-0 lead in the first period, after having not scored a goal in Games 1 and 2 at Joe Louis Arena. Red Wings fans were silent, and the Penguins were finally skating with confidence against the more "experienced" Wings. Octopus, which had been worth $42.75 before the game, plummeted to $7.15 by the end of the first period. Detroiters, initially eager to hurl the traditional victory symbol on the ice in celebration of Cup glory, instead found themselves trading their mollusks for beer money.
But then, the Red Wings remembered Lord Stanley's trophy, which was in the house on this potentially auspicious night. They largely dominated the 2nd period, and although they only got 1 goal from Darren Helm, you got the sense that the momentum had shifted to the Red end of the spectrum. By the time Datsyuk scored on a power play early in the 3rd, the Wings were in control.
Blah blah blah, Pittsburgh scored with 30-some seconds to go, overtime was awesome this blog is over.
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