Hit by a Pitch

Hi hi! Here’s a quick, dirty, and pointless update!

First of all, thanks to dova, ramaba, ewu, and GridironGoddess for their awesome participation that made my first-ever live blogging experience fun, rather than a hellish and self-indulgent couple hours of sheer stupidity. I mean, I was pretty stupid, but that was partly the beer’s fault (Titan IPA will get you!). I actually watched the entire game and came away from the experience thinking that college football is slightly less pointless than I alleged.

Bad news today — Domonique Foxworth, my favorite Bronco, was traded to the Falcons. I hope he gets to start and I hope he and Jason Elam kick some ass in Atlanta. The truth is that Foxworth is better than Dre Bly (who makes approximately three times as much money) and the Broncos will regret this stupid-ass move. They keep getting rid of people I like, and this gives me a new idea. I will try to get through the Broncos season by cheering for their opponent each week. I’ll report on my progress. Let’s see if they can win me back (hm, maybe I just have a gene that makes it hard for me to be faithful to a team — it’s not my fault they can’t satisfy me).

The White Sox are sucking it up and making it look like it would be a good idea to have Jose Mesa come out of retirement to play for them. WTF pitching? The good news? Guess who’s up and got some playing time? My guy Jerry Owens. I love him! He just grounded out as we speak, but still. If he ever gets on base, watch his feet! Seriously!

Omar Vizquel is destroying the Rockies, who were destroying Tim Lincecum, who is, without question, the most exciting pitcher in baseball. Like Jose Mesa, I do not appreciate Omar Vizquel.

Finally, guess what? Tomorrow is a very important day — the day of my fantasty football draft. As usual, I am not prepared. On the plus side, the draft is scheduled to begin at 3:45 pm (I have to leave work early!), so I will probably not be totally soaked with alcohol. This year, we’re playing with people we know, so it should be more exciting if my team does well and more painful if it totally sucks ass again. Here’s the story of my draft from last year (which I am horrified to realize is done in a live-blogging format; however, looking back, taking Randy Moss in the seventh round and saying “you’re going to have an awesome year” was brilliant, but let’s be honest that any brilliance indicated by that move was canceled out by some very questionable picks). Hopefully this year will be better, right? I’ll let you know how it goes — don’t worry, I won’t live blog that shit.