Monday, February 18, 2008

I have cried til I'm half blind.

Um...Paul. Didn't you get the memo? Came across this story the other day on the NY Times' Bats Blog. Not only did the Yankees assign Paul O'Neil's #21 to Morgan Ensberg!?!, but the Bombers didn't even bother telling Pauly about it. Strange, I honestly thought "The Warrior" as Mr. Steinbrenner loved to call him, would have his number retired. This is kinda blowin me away. I can only imagine about how it makes good ole' Pauly feels. It's pretty strange seeing how some of the young kids are being assigned numbers in the 80's and 90's tho. Not sure how I feel about the number changes for some players tho, like Phil Hughes going to 34. He should have taken a good number, like 11 or 22, or something. Not sure if he has some sort of affinity for it like Ian Kennedy and his #31, which he wore in high school.

So, I honestly don't know what to think about the whole Clemens congressional hearings. Cept, his response to him not knowing what a vegan was, is priceless. Honestly, I think the whole thing is pretty ridiculous, as are the Spygate investigation in Football. The fact that all these congressmen have enough time to look into these issues when much more serious issues are at hand, is just a joke of our government. You're telling me it's more important for congress to worry about whether a bunch of athletes are lying, cheating or taking drugs, than oh, I don't know, world peace, the economy going into the crapper, the lack of health insurance for many Americans and education. Hmmm!


Listening Pile:
The Magnetic Fields have been making consistently wonderful records for a long time now. Generally filled with synthy and indie-pop music about love and life, with clever and humorous lyrics. The new album Distortion, varies from the clean formula Stephen Merritt has been known to practice, it's loud, fuzzy and deliberately dirty and unsurprisingly features a lot of distortion, this album's theme. There are a few fantastic songs on this album, including my favorite, "Please Stop Dancing", with it's irreverent humor, squelch of feedback, minor piano chords and boy-girl echoing. It in many ways is a perfect snapshot of the record.

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