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Sentimental Rant

Whether or not the Ramon trade is smart doesn't matter to me. I just think it sucks because I'm a hardcore sentimentalist when it comes to baseball.

Ramon is one of the original seven dudes. Yeah, Gimbi left (there's no A in Gimbi), but we still had six fellas and that was enough. Alas, now we're gonna lose Tejada and Ramon at the same time and just having the Triplets and Chavez ain't cutting it sister.

blah...

I'm not talking about whether or not the A's can compete here... I'm just despairing over the loss of the family, man.

If both those kids leave, it's over. That era of the A's is done... finished... put it in the history books and kiss it goodbye.

Beane's utter lack of respect for the emotional attachments we make is appalling. I don't want to descend into hyperbole, but I think as far as ignoring the fan's wishes go, this is almost as bad as having Boba Fett accidentally (and pathetically) fall into the 1000-year-digestion monster's mouth.

Anyway... this sucks. I don't want Ramon traded even if it's for Ted freakin' Williams.

And Bonds sucks too... and so does Pyrznskzykopf.... I hate that dude and I hope the next time Bonds flies into a Roid Rage that he grabs the nearest bat and puts wood to that catcher's dome.

And I hate the commish too... he's a crooked mo-fo.

And I hate Pete Rose... dude... you're a lying, cheating punk... that's not cool.

Movies & Comics

Just the other night Erika and I were sitting and pondering the history of our apartment. We were wondering who lived in our place before us. Considering how old our apartment is, there were folks living here in the 19th Century, during the 06' Earthquake, through WWI, the Jazz Age, WWII, the fifities and some crazy hippies in the sixties.

So we were curious... just who lived here?

Well, I did a Google search and it turns out some guy lived here in 1994 named Yong Yi who made a comic called When My Brother Was God and he self-published it right out of this apartment with this address.

So, now I'm on a mission to find it.

Crazy Car-Chase Delivery Night

It was a crazy evening of pizza delivering tonight.

First off, we were hella busy. I don't know why, it's just a freakin' Wednesday, but we were. This, of course, was compounded by the fact that we had some new high school kid on phones and some chick, normally a daytime manager, handling the night shift.

So, as you can guess, everything was late... like really late... around an hour and a half late. Ergo, I had many pissed off and grumpy customers.

But that's not even the bad part. What really agitated me happened around 7:30.

I was jamming through Piedmont on this huge run of ultra-late orders. I was rolling down Mountain Ave, from Harbord and Wood, going to Seaview for my second to the last order, when I got behind this very slow, white, Japanese car.

Like I normally would, I got right on his ass and tailed him (now, I know that's kinda rude, but I only do it when I'm super busy and I need them to pull over... hey, it's my freakin' job).

But, like cars often do, instead of pulling over, or driving faster, he slowed down.

So then I did what I always do in that situation... I passed the son of a bitch.

But then the bum totally freaked out. He started jamming along right behind me. Every turn I screeched around he screeched around too. He was right on my ass going top speed.

And it got even scarier.

I was coming up to an intersection when I saw a jogger in the road. I slowed down to go around him and he ran straight towards my car. I thought he was gonna punch my door or something. So I took off.

I was beginning to feel like the people of Piedmont had turned against their faithful pizza delivery guy.

Consequently, I made a quick decision to lose the freak behind me. I kicked the Honda into overdrive and promptly lost the asshole.

A few seconds later I swerved into Seaview, where my next delivery was. Just as I was about to pull into the driveway I heard some woman on the sidewalk yelling and cursing at me.

What the hell was going on? Was there some alert put out about my car?

I noticed that the woman who yelled at me would be able to see my car as it turned into the driveway of the house I was delivering to, so I drove down the street a ways and then stealthily snuck my way back up. I crept up the driveway and turned off my headlights, but left my car idling.

As I delivered the pizza, the middle aged woman, who has always been very nice and sweet, chose this particular time to get to know me better. She asked me my name and as I responded, I looked out towards my car and noticed the silouette of a person walking up to it.

Crap!

Now I was getting nervous and I found myself biting my lip.

I quickly ended the conversation and cautiously snuck back to my car. Luckily, there was no one there.

I hopped in and took off down the street, only to notice the white car that was chasing me earlier pass the other way. I looked into my rearview mirror and saw that he was turning into the driveway of what looked to be the house I had just delivered to.

What the hell? Was he gonna go to the door of my new friend and find out where I worked?

I had to know for sure, so I turned around and drove back only to see the white car pass me again.

Freaky!

At least, I figured, if he had pulled into the house I delivered to, he had only done so to turn around. So I sped off, full throttle, and got the hell out of the neighborhood.

The rest of the evening I was a little on edge.

Good money tonight, decent tips and a lot of orders (I think I did 26), but the crazy car chase and pissed off customers made it on the weak side overall.

Oh well... just another night of a Pizza Driver.