There Could Be a New Turtle in This Race

I said everything I wanted to say in the title.

Bill still wants things done his way.

Thanks to yahoo.com and some free time this morning, I can share with you what Bill Clinton wants to accomplish before he "kicks the bucket". Get excited. Okay, you don't have to look at that stuff or get excited 'cause it's nothing in comparison to what he's accomplished thus far:

- Married a wonderful woman
- Brain in the Oval Office
- Convincing the public that someone from Arkansas can do anything
- Being really good at the saxophone
- Building the first ever library in Arkansas

Escobar: He gone.

Frank Wren and Company weren't screwing around. The Braves have always brushed there issues with Yunel Escobar under the mat, but today they'd had enough. Yunel has been sent to Canada along with JoJo Reyes. The Braves get longtime solid SS in Alex Gonzalez and 2 minor league players.

I, like most Braves fans, have always been amazed by Escobar's talent. We've all been waiting for that "ah hah" moment. The time where everything kinda clicks, and he becomes a complete player. That moment will have to take place while wearing a Blue Jays uni. I'm not sure how I feel about this trade, except the happiness felt knowing JoJo Reyes won't pitch in a Braves uni anymore. It's obvious that YE has issues way beyond just hitting and fielding, and I certainly don't blame Atl for wanting to rid themselves of any headaches, but man, what if? But I guess that's all we were ever waiting though, the what ifs for Escobar.


First Half thoughts:

- Every time I hear Chip Caray speak I think, boy I miss Pete and Skip.
- Some guys just know how to hit the ball, and Matt Diaz and Prado are 2 of them.
- Is it me or does it seem like every time Derek Lowe take the mound, he seems like he's trying to fish around for something that's not there? I know he's not giving up a ton of runs, but he's getting a ton of run supprt in his wins.
- Talk of a new bat in LF and Gary Sheffield in the same sentence makes me cringe.


Second Half hopes:

- Hang in there, Chipper and Troy.
- Change your mind Billy Wagner.
- No more sliding from Jason Heyward.
- 4 man rotation: Hudson, Jurrjens, Hanson, Medlen.
- Nate McLouth will be just fine in the second half. If guys like him and Melky do ANYTHING, the Braves will in pretty good shape.
- More bobble head nights

The Freakin' Weekend

It's 1pm on Friday. I've got a full belly (thanks to Barberito's), 3 patients to go, and nothing but the weekend on my mind. We listen to a really awful radio station at work from time to time, and Friday afternoon happened to be my lucky day. Here are the songs that really stuck out during each hour of treatment:

Patient #1 is an enormous lady, and her "rotary cup is dang near torn to all get out." Sounds pretty bad lady. Not as bad as this jam:



Shut up, Travie. Right now, I just want you to stop it "soo fucking baaadddd."

Here comes patient #2, and she is turrible. Everything hurts. Everything will continue to hurt as long as Workers Comp is flippin the bill that is. Hey ohhh. Can the afternoon get any worse? Yes it can and did...



It's that damn radio again. Enter in complete misery. I hear some girl in the background say, "She performed this on The Today Show, and I thought it would be much better than it was." It had me fooled too. Somehow I fight through the pain and the desire to mash the radio in.

By 3 o'clock, I'm certain that I've blacked out to make it thus far. I have a chicken burrito sitting in my stomach that wants out, and someone asking me to take a look at a blister that's been bothering them on their foot. But wait, there's hope! Thanks, Miley!



She told me come off that ledge and put my hands up. It's gonna be a great weekend.

Nice Tribute

You may not know this now, but you all know this guy...



He's single and ready to mingle.

Top Weekend + a Monday!?

Boy, this blogging shit sure is tough when your parents are stuck in the Dark Ages. Apparently, there's no need for the Internet when your parents don't even know how to operate a computer. Enough of this bull! It was the freakin weekend, and we done had us some fun.

Friday - Rest up; I had a Manhattan in honor of Bunger, and I watched True Blood. Watching True Blood can be in honor of him too, I guess.

Saturday - There's a sand storm on Tybee. It was not pleasant, and neither were the prices at Marlin Monroe's. A case of beer later, and I somehow forget about that stuff. Some place called "Social" is now going to try to compete with Blimpie and Sting Ray's. Come on. "Social" has tacos... just tacos. But, they are pretty good. Best part -- giant Red Stripe beers for $2.

So, the new thing to do on Tybee is yell "don't tase me" to the cops. While strolling around, I heard that a handful of times. It sure beats Rincon and Richmond Hill people doing whatever you call it...being themselves. I guess the TPD taser thing is big news, but it was probably some kid just being a retard. Wait, he is legit? Lighten up everybody...just having some fun.

The fireworks were meh. Benny's was awesome. Dolphin Reef was literally a breath of fresh air. And I’m left thinking ‘what could have been’ if I would’ve made it in to Tybee Time. All I wanted was some booty sweat, a Hurricane, and a fist pound from that DJ everybody's talking about. TT wasn’t in the cards thanks to slurred speech and refusing a stamp on my hand. That’s about all I remembered when I woke up in the front seat of my car in Andrew’s drive way.

Sunday - Starts with a 6:30 am departure from Tybee. Half of a McDonald’s biscuit got in my mouth, and the other half was scattered around the front of my car. I think I may have fallen asleep at the wheel at least once, but my sunglasses were on, so don’t worry no one could tell my eyes were closed. I slept some more, and then I woke up for round 2 on Wilmington. Lots of beer and low country boil all day. Kayaking drunk isn’t the best idea, but then again that’s what they say about not wearing sunscreen too. The Rockwell fireworks display was similar to Tybee’s, and we still managed to spend less money. Night swimming is awesome, but don’t forget your life preserver. They're not just seat cushions after all!

Sunday - Absolutely nothing.

Not only was this weekend great, it was also pretty damn funny…

- Joey Chestnut ate real good on Sunday, and then talked some noise about that Chinese eater-son (who didn’t compete). Kobeyashi (the Chinese eater-son) then runs on stage and starts acting like a fool-son. He gets arrested.

- Damon Evans resigns. I find this humorous for a couple of reason: 1) Black men will give up everything for a white woman. 2) You can put now Evans in the same category as BG.

- It’s nice to see that Jamarcus Russell isn’t sweating the small stuff. Yeah, he was cut by the Raiders, but he’s rich bitch and still sippin’ on dat sizzurp.