Monday, March 12, 2007

Okay, one more story about John Vukovich, from the mighty righty blowhard Curt Schilling's blog:

We’re in Three Rivers Stadium playing the Pirates. Jason Kendall has had some success off me, and Vuk keeps harping, “He can’t hit a curveball, Schill.” We’ve argued about this at least 50 times. Seventh inning, Kendall at the plate, first pitch curveball, home run. I look over at the bench, and Vuk is shaking his head. I am so mad I can’t see straight, blaming Vuk for throwing a bad pitch.

The inning ends. I walk into the dugout, pass Vuk without looking, and hear, “I said curveball. At no time did I say HANGING curveball.”

We love Schill here chez MM. I understand he's the most loathed man in baseball, but he's a fan's dream. He'll spout off about anything, and most of the time he's right or at least he'll say what's on his mind and not toe the party line. In this day and age, that's rare and refreshing. And of course, there's Game 5 of the 1993 World Series. 'Nuff said.

I finished two socks yesterday,

keeping Gus company because he has a stomach virus. We lolled in bed, and I knit and got caught up on every PBS and Nickolodeon show on tv - go ahead, ask me anything!! The nurse at the pediatrician's assured me that we would all catch it next, so that's really something great to look forward to.

I'm off to see "Die Meistersinger" tomorrow at the Met with my dad. I'm not a huge Wagner fan, as he is, but this one has some comic (for Wagner) moments, and the music's lovely. I think the last time I saw it at the Met was when I was in college (which was, of course, just a mere heartbeat ago), so I'll be interested in how much I remember.*

*Gus's stomach virus caught up with me and I had to stay home and lie on the couch, concentrating on not throwing up all day. Knitters alert - the virus is called Noro-virus (I kid you not). Obviously, there was no way I could avoid it. Now I'm sitting at the computer, willing myself not to throw up. Maybe I should go lie down again......

A final shout-out to Gus's Aunt Laura, cake-maker extraordinaire, who produced this beauty for Gus's Art-themed birthday party. Please note fabulous Jackson Pollock-esque icing:

3 Comments:

Blogger Martha said...

Dear Divine One,
Hope you & Gus are feeling much much much better.
I also love Curt S. - he's an incredible pitcher & such a student of baseball - very intense.
Take care & heal.
XOXO

7:48 PM  
Anonymous eric p. said...

my father in his retirement has developed a Wagnerian fetish/obsesssion that he fuels via Netflix. Last time I looked, there were 29 operas by Wagner on dvd at Netflix.

mmmmmm cake.

Word Verification: "lkptnzyh" - i'll have to remember that one the next time i play Scrabble...

Go Quakers! Beat dem Aggies!

11:48 PM  
Blogger Mighty Momogus said...

Martha - I knew you would recognize Schill's mighty Schillingness!

EPP - what cracks me up is when the computer helpfully tries to fill in the word verification with old word verifications. "Do you mean 'iqofiuio'? or 'ihsoizbb'?" No, computer, I mean 'ikptnzyh'!

6:55 AM  

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