My Sick Mind

The road to the playoffs will extend through tomorrow, as the Phils dropped one to the Nationals today and the Mets won. We're back to a dead heat with one game left. I'll be there on Sunday nervously twitching and yes, keeping score. I just checked on StubHub. My seat is worth $295 . I ain't selling. The top price for tickets is $883, with most seats available in the $400 range. I wonder how that kind of thing is legal while prostitution is illegal? I think you're getting screwed either way. So , it's down to the Phillies and Mets for the National League East. Loser goes home. If the Phillies win, the Mets have to lose for the Phils to win outright. If both teams win or lose, it would force a tie-break game on Monday, here. It would be the perfect way to drive another stake into the hearts of Mets fans, but I'd rather them just lose on Sunday. Mostly , we hate the Mets and their fans. It's odd, since the Phillies and Mets were never really good at the sam...

I keep hearing the term “Best Seller” referring to a book. Apparently, having a “Best selling book” doesn’t necessarily mean that it was the best-selling book; merely that it was on the Best Seller’s list. Shouldn’t it be “Better Selling Book” and “Better Selling Book List” since it doesn’t have to be number one on the list to be a Best Seller? That’s odd to me, seeing as how it’s a literary distinction. I would like to think that people who make their living from words would be a little more careful with the language. There is only one Best Seller. Things went well on Thursday. The Phillies jumped out to a 6-0 lead by the time My Name is Earl started. Earl's still in jail, and Randy may be headed there himself. I won't bore you with Office summary, suffice it to say that the show started out with a bang. Favorite Michael Scott quotes: "Is there a God? If not, then what are all these churches for?" and "I'm not superstitious, but I am a little stitious....

That's a common Garden Cat. Mine, actually. He enjoys an early evening amongst the downstairs flowers, and at this point in his life, who could deny him that simple pleasure? Tonight , the TV will be warm. The Phillies are still "in the hunt" as they say, a game behind the struggling Mets with four to play. They're facing future Hall of Famer John Smoltz, so it won't be easy. Then, at 8 - of course - it's two hours of high-level comedy that will make me switch off the game. Hey, they play baseball every night. On the blog front , I had given up on our local Inquirer one, called blinq , after its author Daniel Rubin declared it dead several months ago. He went all brick and mortar on us, taking a regular columnist job at the paper. Imagine my surprise when a simple e-mail exchange gave me the clue that blinq is back in business. Stop by for some local flavor, interesting perspective, good writing and even [egad] entertainment. You might even see my name menti...

Unless you're up a little later than I thought you'd be, you are reading this on Thursday. Thursday is a big day around here. Since the days when television turned to crap, sitcoms are harder and harder to find, and good ones even harder. That's why it's cool that two of the best sitcoms on television are on the same night. My Name is Earl and The Office . I was a little late to the party on The Office. I just caught on last season, but thanks to the miracle of DVD I spent much of the summer watching every episode, including the deleted scenes, which are often funnier than the included scenes. Each show could run about 40 minutes if they used everything they kept. Methinks that's why the first four episodes this season are an hour long - or 43 TV minutes. Two major events will unfold during the season. Jim and Pam are supposedly a couple now, since the finale of season 3 has Jim at the door asking her to dinner, the lucky slob. I'm thinking that their beaut...

There's usually a long time between events, but when it happens, it's particularly entertaining. You can't predict them, you just have to be there when it happens. Like the beauty of a solar eclipse or the devastation of a tornado, it's a truly special event. What is it? My friend and I went out to the local Subway sandwich shop to fetch a light dinner before watching the Phillies eventually lose to the Braves on Tuesday night. A simple sandwich and a drink - couldn't be easier, right? I think you already know the answer. It was simple until it came time for the Sandwich Artist [trainee] to ring up the purchase. I'm not sure what was going on with my friend, since I was too busy watching the customers build up in line behind me. He was taking a while, and there seemed to be some fumbling over money. I realize that it was probably the kid's second night on the job, but why did he reach for my order to ring it up, and wonder, to my friend, "Is this yours ...

In between spending an ungodly amount of money on 4 new tires for my car, washing and waxing the same car and activating a new cell phone, there wasn't a lot of time for insightful thought today. Pity. The most insightful thing I did today was decide what to have for lunch. A buffalo chicken salad. Fortunately, I ate the salad before I had to pay for the tires and still had my appetite. There may be a bigger racket than selling and installing tires. If there is, I can't think of it right now. Maybe concert tickets, but they cost a fraction of what 4 16-inch tires cost. You can't ride around on bald tires. I thought about it, but I had this recurring nightmare of all 4 tires exploding simultaneously on my high-speed commute to work, and I was sent careening into a deep ditch where I was left to rot until squirrels and birds pecked away at me to the point of leaving me unidentifiable, save for the twisted remains of my tire-less car. Police were able to identify me as...

" Ever notice that most of your commenters are female? Me thinks you have a secret to getting the ladies to respond to you." - Rattl'n Chains , comment from yesterday. Yes, I have noticed, and it's a keen observation by you. I wish that "secret" worked in the real world as well as it does here in the Blogosphere. From the start I've always had more women readers and commenters than men. I think it's because I don't write much about sports and "guy stuff", and when I do write about sports, it's in a general interest way, because I like to look at things from a different perspective. No doubt, most of my Google searches for such things as Alycia Lane bikini pics, Britney Spears and Paula Creamer are coming from men, but they are undoubtedly disappointed by what they find here and are likely to be quick to leave. I can't help but wonder what the reaction is when their little Google search uncovers a legitimate essay on Paula or on...