Month: August 2004

Is my stiff neck getting worse, or is this a side effect of me favoring it combined with the radical stretching exercises I’m doing to see if I can get my muscles to relax a bit? I don’t think it’s anything terminal, given that I’ve had these before, but damned if I don’t feel worse now than I did earlier. I did find the Advil about 30 minutes ago. I should probably unclench my teeth for a while, too. I wasn’t aware that I was clenching them. I don’t feel like there’s anything clench-worthy in my life.

Also, I discovered a little cut on my hand the hard way. The hard way being “by using some of that Purell Instant Hand Sanitizer after I sneezed,” which then burned the little cut with the fury of a thousand white hot suns. Or maybe 400 white hot suns.

Can’t you see that I’m falling to pieces right in front of your eyes?

Geez Louise, what the hell was my body doing while I was asleep last night? This morning I’m all achy – stiff neck, sore hips and shoulders. Is this what “being old” feels like? Cause it’s not good, not good at all. And nothing that you potty brains are thinking of happened last night, so that’s right out.

Sheesh. I’d better go look for the Advil.

Also, what the heck is up with the fall-like photo they chose for August on my New England Travel and Events calendar? God, what a depressing brown photo. “Hey, let’s get a shot of everything when it’s all brownish green from the excessive heat of summer. Oh, and we’ll take the photo late in the day so there are lots of shadows everywhere. We’ll call it “Death to Summer” or something cheery like that.

A whole month I get to look at this. *sigh*

I think it’s a shame, really. It’s a shame in a couple of different ways. It’s a shame that Nomar behaved so badly when he was trying to get his salary boosted. For someone who claimed to want to play out his whole career here, for any price, many of us were insulted that he decided to play hardball [sic] with management’s offer. Bad move. The fans don’t like that kind of crap, especially when the offer looks mighty good in relation to the level of recent play.

And then there were the endless weeks of injury, followed up by the less than impressive playing. Nomar, for God’s sake, stop swinging on the first pitch!

Well, go ahead, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, does it.

Still, Nomar was my favorite for years. He was the team mascot. We all loved him. I think it’s stinky that in baseball, it’s nearly impossible to spend your whole career with one club. So ya, I’ll miss Nomar. But I guess I’m not very surprised he’s gone.