it's a bad wind that don't blow somebody some good

Ah, one of my favorite Secret Machines songs. But it really has nothing to do with what I want to talk about. I'm just listening to it as I post.

Anyway, I got this scholarship from the Postal Workers Union, and I have to go to the union meeting tonight to accept it. Of course, the All-Star Game is tonight. What is with all of this college shit impeding my baseball fanaticism?? First I get kickass tickets to the fucking Cubs game and my orientation lands on the exact same day. Now D-Lee and Aramis are in La Russa's fucking starting lineup (and by the way La Russa, grow some balls and start someone who's not your own pitcher. Someone who deserves it, like say...Dontrelle? Fuck your boy Carpenter. I would even rather see Smoltz starting over your little bitch.) and I have to miss it because I have to go to some 3 hour meeting for something that will take no more than 10 minutes. "And now, the annual NALC scholarship award goes to Andrew McNally, son of mail carrier Paula McNally." I go up. Shake the postmaster's hand. I sit down. Can I leave now?

Someone up there must hate me. Or maybe He just hates baseball. Mad props to Bobby Abreu, by the way. The man hit enough home runs in one night (41) to have what is considered a successful season. But of course, had Derrek Lee participated (damn that shoulder inflammation) he would have hit somewhere around 300 or so. But he knew that if he did that then everyone would have been there for around 12 hours watching. They would have been in sheer amazement, of course, and no one would have left, but D-Lee cares about the fans' health and wants them to get a good night's sleep to see him kick ass tonight in the actual game. He's just a good guy like that.

No Cubs pitchers, none of the former Big Three, and Lee has to bat after Pujols and before Edmonds (at least Lee's batting cleanup), but hey, tonight we're all on the same team. Go NL.