He’s done it again. Top of the 8th, no outs, Yankees down 6-5 at Fenway. Posada leads off with a double, and Torre sends Tony Womack in to run for him.

Why???

It’s a desperation move to get a single run that will only tie the game. If that is the only run they score, we’re now stuck in a situation with possible extra innings coming up and our all-star catcher is no longer available. This is going to bite us in the behind–you just know his spot is going to come up again, and we’ll be stuck with a scrub hitting in it. Same thing with Giambi; Torre pulled him in the last inning for Tino’s defense at 1st. Now his spot will come up again and instead of a guy who has been hitting home runs in every game for almost a week will be on the bench. It’s driving me crazy.

EDIT: Well, we got our tying run, and that’s it. Middle of the 8th, tie game, and Giambi and Posada are on the bench and we’re stuck with Womack and Martinez.

EDIT #2: Martinez and Womack are now a combined 0-2. Luckily for Torre, A-Rod hit a 2-run shot before they came up. Now it’s up to Skeletor Mariano Rivera to retire the top of the BoSox order in the bottom of the 9th.

EDIT #3: Skeletor comes through again, striking out Johnny “The Passion of the Centerfielder” Damon, Edgar “I couldn’t think of a nickname” Renteria, and David “Big Poopy” Ortiz. Yankees win! TTTTHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEE YANKEES WIN!

Logan Darrow Clements, CEO of Freestar Media LLC is my new favorite person. He has issued a press release describing his newest project: making use of the “eminent domain” Supreme Court ruling earlier this week to build a new hotel on the site of Justice Souter’s house.

The “Lost Liberty Hotel” will feature a permanent exhibit on the loss of freedom. Other attractions include a restaurant (the “Just Desserts Cafe”–I’m assuming they will serve Crow Surprise) and a copy of “Atlas Shrugged” in the nightstand instead of a Gideon’s Bible.

The town in which the site is located is governed by a 5-member council. Because of the Supreme Court ruling, it will take 3 of them to take Souter’s house and give it to Clements. Let’s hope the town council has a sense of humor, and more importantly, a sense of freedom and justice.

It’s not enough that he starved his wife to death. Now he’s using the space on her headstone to continue to tweak her parents. It lists the date of her accident as “departed this earth”, and the date she died as “at peace”. And at the end, “I kept my promise”.

In my dream last night I was watching TV and a new season of The Apprentice started, and I was surprised to find out that I was one of the contestants. I had no memory of competing or filming the episodes, but there I was on TV. I also noticed that on TV I was in much better shape than I actually am, and I was wearing a shirt that said MBA on it, so on TV I had already graduated. I then realized that somehow they had found a way to air episodes that were taped in the future, and it made me happy to know that I had finished grad school and was in good shape.

The theme of the new season was ?Nicknames?; each contestant was known by a nickname that was assigned in the first episode. I?ve started to forget the details already, but my nickname was something like ?Sweep?, but I don?t remember the significance of that. In the first task I somehow wound up assigned with picking up The Donald?s mexican grandmother, which now that I?m awake sounds absurd. It made sense at the time though. He was pleased that I picked her up in time, and I got to spend the day with him as a reward.

I know its 3 months past Valentine’s Day, but this sweet love song just can’t wait until next year.

It’s the 4th inning right now, and Kevin Brown has already given up 8 earned runs to the freaking DEVIL RAYS. Seriously, have we gotten anything from him except heartache? The only positive thing that ever came out of trading for him is that we got rid of Jeff Weaver in the transaction. Why doesn’t he just do us a favor and punch the dugout wall again.

For all you Harding Alum’s out there, here’s an interesting site where you can rate your Harding professors. Don’t forget when rating Dr. Seagraves that to this day I still remember that the primary export of South Carolina was indigo. I would probably remember more if I had not spent most class periods watching the Showcase Showdown in Brooks and Burton’s room.

Save Toby! It appears that Toby is almost 1/2 saved, proving once again that many people have more money than brains.

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One thing I forgot to note in my previous post about my trip to the movie theater in Krakow. Just like in the US, I was treated to almost 30 minutes of commercials. Not previews, commercials. I thought this was just a US thing, but apparently the entire world is afflicted.

I hereby call on the world (or at least the 3 people who read this blog) to boycott all products adverstised at movie theaters. Especially if the ad consists of a bunch of NASCAR rednecks doing something that has nothing to do with the product. (That one was in the US, not in Poland).

So far, I’m boycotting Axe cologne, Halls mentholyptus cough drops, and a bunch of Polish crap that I have no idea what it is.

I found Krakow’s version of the Wolfchase Galleria yesterday: the “Galleria Kazmiersz”. I promptly made my way to “Cinema City”, the 10-screen movie theater where I saw one piece of crap and one pretty good movie. The pretty good one stars the DJ Jazzy Prince of Bel-Air, and was very funny, sweet, and in English (with Polish subtitles). The crappy one was in English too, but I wish it had been in Polish.

The subtitles were kind of cool. I had not considered that subtitles translate not only words, but concepts. For example, at one point someone mentioned a temperature drop of 5 degrees, but in the subtitles it was changed to 3 degrees, because of the difference between Fahrenheit and Celcius. There was also a mention of 15 pounds that was changed to the corresponding amount in kilograms. I kept waiting for someone to say “Quarter Pounder” so I could find out the Polish words for “Royale wit’ cheese”.

One other interesting thing about movies: they have assigned seating. When you buy your ticket, they have you point to the seat you want on the cash register screen, and your ticket has your seat assignment printed on it. This was irritating at first, because I don’t know the polish words for “row” or “seat”, and was worried that I would have no idea how to find it. But they were very clearly marked in the theater and it was no problem at all. This system should be incorporated in the U.S.; it would eliminate the hassle of trying to find 4 seats together when you arrive during the previews. You will know when you buy the ticket whether or not there are 4 together, and you won’t have to look like a buffoon wandering around a dark theater looking for seats.

Now for the down side of the movie experience. Despite the 4-foot high pictures of the concessions showing the candy bars, popcorn, and most notably the giant Coke with a bunch of ice cubes poking out over the rim of the cup, I got the “what are you talking about” look from the girl at the register when I asked for ice in the vat of room-temperature Coke that she gave me. When she figured out what I was asking for, she said “No, we don’t have ice.” I pointed to the giant sign featuring the beautiful icy Coke, and she just shrugged her shoulders and went about her business. Seriously, people, how in the world can you drink 32 (meters? kilograms? whatever) of room-temperature Coke and not get heartburn?

I can not wait to get home.