Spambino ale

I prefer my April Fool’s jokes to be something that actually fools people, or rather, me, but that can be pretty hard when you read everything on the day with a grain of salt. That said, some are better than others in trying to pull the wool over your eyes. Anyway, I wasn’t going to follow up my previous aside with anything when I wrote it, but after a night of drinking tonight, I feel the need. So, let me start with what I culled from the internets today, and believe me, I wasn’t looking real hard, or really, at all…

• Google has a joint venture with Virgin to colonize Mars in an open source way named Virgle
• Gmail has a cool new feature to send e-mail back in time called Custom Time
• Closer to home, Poe Ghostal had a less obvious gag — I liked it even if he didn’t — going about his seemingly forever-never-to-be-delivered DC figure
• The Xbox Microsofties got one out there that I ran across today (added 4/2)

This morning, the Sandbox on FNX was playing Great White and I wondered why — I thought maybe it was part of “My Song Is Better Than Your Song” — but I figured it... Continue reading »

Towel. Thrown.

As blog is my witness, the towel has now officially been thrown.

You may remember that Ed and I were to go to the game last night (Sunday) and so we did. We arrived to the Fenway area about 2 1/2 hours before gametime so that we might get a bite to eat and enjoy a few brews at Boston BeerWorks. Well, the line for the place was insane, so we headed over to Game On. This worked out pretty well as we walked right in and the wait for a table was only an hour. Probably the same wait at BBW, but it would have taken us a good 20-30 minutes to get in the door. Thus, I suffered thru drinking Corona instead of Haymarket Hef.

Fast forward to game time and in we go. The seats I thought we had weren’t the seats we had. You know how the right field corner goes and the seats point towards center field scoreboard? Yup, those were the ones… right on the aisle that goes diagonal, so the next section over looks more towards the field, but we were pretty high up. Probably the third last row in the boxes, but remember, these used to be grandstand seats. Thankfully there was enough legroom for my long sticks.

From a certain point of view, the seats were good in that they w... Continue reading »

Mr. Clutch, Manny and The Kid

I pretty much spent the weekend at or around Fenway Park. I had tickets to both games of Saturday’s day-night doubleheader against the Texas Rangers. Of course, Mother Nature had other plans for me, because so far this Spring she has Boston confused for the Pacific Northwest.

Mother wanted me to spend half my day at Boston Beer Works getting reaquainted with their excellent Haymarket Hefeweizen and menu. I guess this was fine for me, but it threw other people’s plans into a blender. I had Ed lined up for the night game and Noelle was gracious enough to go to the day game after Joe and Jay couldn’t do it. Thanks to Noelle and her beer choice, I noticed for the first time that BBW’s excellent blueberry beer is actually named Bunker Hill Bluebeery Ale. I have probably been going there for around eight years now and I just noticed that. There’s fun in the minutae of a day I guess.

Anyway, the day game was to start at 1.20 and the nightcap at 8.00. Well, the start of the day game kept getting delayed — thankfully we are smart enough not to enter the park until a pitch is thrown — and it was looking like the night game wouldn’t... Continue reading »