Rooter For Hire

I am the man. Go ahead, you can say it. Every single team I root for won this weekend starting with the Cardinals. World Series champs for the tenth time! The Tigers looked as nervous as a nun in a whore house, setting a record for errors by pitchers. I'm glad the Eck won the MVP, he deserves it, scrappy little fucker. Next, on Saturday, the Vols took on South Carolina. Normally I wouldn't get all hopped up about the "Cocks", but ever since Steve Spurrier took over the coaching duties, it is my solemn obligation as a Tennessee alum to hate them. The game seemed close at first, but Tennesse perservered and went on to win, making them 7-1 for the year. Even though it looks like the Vols will be screwed by the BCS (how in the hell can Cal be ranked above us? WE BEAT THEM LIKE REDHEADED STEP-CHILDREN!!!!), if they win out, they will be playing in a bowl game come January. Later, Saturday evening, the Preds smacked down the Flamers. Nashville has picked up points in each of their last seven games. After a horrendous start, it looks like things are starting to come together for them. Finally, I went to the Titans game today. They squeaked one out against the Texans. I hate it that Pac-Man Jones scored a touchdown, I have no use for that loser. Two years and now he has a touchdown and an interception and I'm sure he thinks he is the shit.Oh, I managed to take a picture of the cop and his horse. I'm seriously considering calling the S.P.C.A. Doesn't that horse look beat down? This guy was at the game. I'd call him a loser, but in reality I wish I had thought of this costume first.


So if your team is sucking hind tit, drop me a line and maybe I'll consider rooting for them. Unless your team is Florida, then you can just pour yourself a nice, tall glass of shut up juice.

Well Sunnuvabitch!

I just rolled in from Smashville, it's 12:15 a.m. and I'm way to juiced to go to bed. My day started with a second interview at a hospital in Nashvegas. That seemed to go well. From there, we went over to the Donelson area and signed a lease for the new Casa de Bat. So now, I may have a job and I definitely have a place to live. We grabbed a bite at Joe's Crab Shack and went to the hockey game. The Preds had the Sharks at home tonight, a game that I was looking forward to seeing. I hate the Sharks. They annihilated the Preds in the playoffs last year and I couldn't wait to see Jordin Tootoo knock Jonathan Cheechoo on his ass. Instead, I'm shocked when shortly after the first period, The Girlfriend basically dumps me for a much cooler pretty boy. How can I compete with that????

The Preds won, 4-3 in a hard fought game where our guys skated hard and the goalie, Tomas Vokoun, played well. I got a laugh when The Girlfriend's favorite player, Jason Arnott, got into a little scuffle near the end of the ice where we were sitting. "Oh, he's getting beat up!! He's too pretty to be fighting!!" I guess she got over her thing with Nacho Libre fairly quickly. I managed to also win a silent auction at the game and I am now the proud owner of a Paul Kariya autographed hockey stick. It will look good on the wall at Casa de Bat.

On the way home, I listened to the last four innings or so of the Cardinals game and heard the radio call of scrappy little David Eckstein's tie breaking double in the eighth. The Cards are now one win away from winning their tenth World Series Championship, second only to the Yankees. Now, if the Titans and Vols can win this weekend, the world will be right for the Bat.

A Done Deal

Rather than talk about the fact that Kenny Rogers had to cheat to beat my Cardinals last night, I'd like to make an announcement. I turned in my two week notice at work today. Done deal. I'm moving to Nashville sooner than later and now all I need is a job and a place to live. Oh, and I need to sell my house too. Am I a planner or what?

Holy Guacamole

Cards win again! Anthony Reyes, a character by all accounts, pitched eight innings giving up only two runs in a 7-2 win over Detroit. Reyes, a rookie, is infamous for the ironed bill of his cap and his pants pulled to the top of his socks. Retiring eighteen batters in a row, he allowed the Cards to post the first National League win in the World Series since 2003. Underdogs, the Cardinals now have a one game lead in the series. I'm psyched to no end. Also, Tennessee managed a 16-13 win over Alabama. The third Saturday in October was always special when I was in school. Even though Alabama won every single game during my time at UT, it was always the most hyped game. I remember in particular that somebody always spray painted "BAMA" on all of the stop signs on campus. A hard fought win bringing UT's record to 6-1. Things are looking up on Rocky Top. Since the Titans aren't playing this weekend, the Predators are the only team to let me down. They dropped a game to the Canucks (Canucks? Looks like a killer whale on their jerseys. I thought canuck was sort of a slander against Canadians.). It was an overtime loss, so the Preds still get a point, but their record is only 4-3-1. That gives them 9 points, enough for the division lead, but they are gonna have to pick up the pace this week, getting San Jose at home, a game that The Girlfriend and I are going to get to see next Thursday. Overall a good weekend for Bat's favorite teams.

CARDS WIN!!!!

Yadier Molina's ninth inning two run homer gave the Cards the seventh game in the NLCS. Molina had the worst batting average on the team during the season, but managed to bring his bat alive against the Mets. Most people in the know didn't give the Cards a chance against the Padres and then the Mets, but the Redbirds pulled a rabbit out of the hat and behind clutch pitching and some well timed hits, they now find themselves in the World Series for the second time in three years. I can only hope that they make a better showing against Detroit than they did against Boston. Being the underdog is nice, nobody expects you to win, so if you lose it isn't a big deal. If you win? Your team becomes a legend. I managed to go to a couple of games this year, so I feel like I have a certain connection to the team. Go Cards! and good luck in the world series.

Sushi Nazi

I went to Smashville for an interview yesterday. It went well. The job seems very similar to the one I have now. Finished at noon, I was fairly hungry and remembered a sushi place I had stumbled across in Nashville a couple of years ago. I couldn't remember the name or location so I called The Girlfriend and had her do a little research on the web. She found "Sam's Sushi Bar" downtown. I was a little skeptical, wouldn't I remember a Sushi restaurant named "Sam's"? In a game mood I drove over there and bam! there it was on the corner of Printer's Alley, right next to the "Brass Stable" (note to self: must check out the Brass Stable). I walked in and it was just as I remembered. An Asian man sat on a stool behind the counter watching TV. There were three tables in the whole place and a sign on the counter that said "Write your order on this pad, write your name, write here or to go, do not bother the cook." I wrote my order (spicy tuna roll and smoked salmon roll), my name and for here. I then walked to the self serve cooler and grabbed a beer. The chef continued to watch Springer for another five minutes and then finally stood up and got to work. He called my name and I was rewarded with two huge rolls that I greedily began to gobble down. While eating I watched the other patrons come and go, all performing the same little dance that the explicit instructions demanded. It seemed like a pretty smooth operation, the chef taking his time making the orders during breaks from "I Slept With My Step-Father Because I Wanted To Try Out My New Titties," the customers patiently waiting for their food. Until.....some poor bastard made the mistake of taking the pad that is used to write your order back to his table. The chef turned around, noticed that his pad was missing and immediately burst into a tirade that can be likened to the soup nazi from Seinfeld. A lot of heavily accented "If you can't follow the rules, you go now!" The patron sheepishly returned the pad to it's proper place and all was right again at Sam's Sushi Bar.

I finished my lunch, carried the plate back to the man that I assume is Sam, and looked at him. He pointed at the cooler, confused for a minute I finally figured it out and said "oh, I had a beer." He looked at me for a minute, raised his eyebrows and pointed at the cooler again. "Ummmm, a Bud Light?" I replied, unsure of what he wanted. This seemed to satisfy him and he said, again heavily accented "$6.25." I gave him a ten and he frowned. "Don't you have a quarter?" Lucky for me, I did. I paid for my repast, a reasonable sum if you ask me, and left, belly full of sushi.

So if you are in downtown Nashville, check out Sam's Sushi Bar, good food, cheap with a little attitude that makes your day interesting.

I SWEAR!!!!

I get pretty involved in my television sometimes, I might even talk to the boob tube every now and then. The dogs know that when I yell "TOUCHDOWN" it's time to jump around and act silly. Like wise when I tell Alex "What is micturation syncope" they know that daddy's gonna win them some kibble money. However, if there is one more Thursday night that I walk into the living room to see the ending credits of Grey's Anatomy on one side and my girlfriend on the couch bawling her eyes out on the other, I SWEAR BY THE GHOST OF ELVIS I will take a 12 gauge to every single idiot box in the house.

That is all.

Warp Speed

Things are moving VERY fast around here. I have a contract on the house and we are supposed to close no later than November 10 although the lawyer thinks it will be sooner. So here is an update on my status. The house is practically sold, I am moving to Nashville with The Girlfriend , I will have to put in my two weeks notice at my current job probably within the next ten days, I have no place to live in Nashville, I have no job in Nashville, I have no idea how I'm going to move my crap to Nashville. Whose idea was this anyway? Oh yeah, mine.

If I were to grade the last weeks sporting events, I would give it a B+. The Cards have made the NLCS and I guess theoretically anything can happen against the Mets. The Preds are winless, but sure are exciting to watch. The Titans took the Colts to the wire and only lost by one point, and finally my beloved Vols put the lumber on Georgia 51-33! Oh, and my fantasy football team kicked ass this week! Life is getting pretty interesting around here.

Oh Shit!

The pucker factor has gone to Defcon 2 here at Casa des Bats. I had an offer on the house. It was way low. Way, way, low. I dropped my price by just a tad, called the guy back and said "A house hasn't sold for less than this on my street in three years." The buyer said he would think about it then the fucker brought me a check the next day!!! I asked when he wanted to take possession and he said "I don't really care." I told him that The Girlfriend and I had been talking about December 1 as a pretty good day to leave this God forsaken town. He paused for a bit and his eyes crossed and uncrossed the he calmly replied "I was thinking more along the lines of November 1."

Sunuvabitch.

I'm not worried about finding a job really, but we don't have a place to live! Oh well, it will all work out.

In other "OH SHIT!" news, The Girlfriend and I went to the Predator's home opener against the Blackhawks last night. The Preds quickly jumped ahead, the 'Hawks battled back and then in the third period, ran away with it. Final score? 8 to 6! 14 goals in one game!!! Hell, the Titans don't score that much. The defense sucked, Vokoun had an uncharacteristically bad night and Chicago pushed us around on our end of the ice. The bright spots? New editions Jason Arnott and Josef Vasicek added some serious beef to their lines. Those guys are HUGE! Plus, every time Arnott would come to our end of the ice (we had fourth row seats behind our attack twice goal, excellent!!! ((I just channeled Wayne Cambell))), The Girlfriend would cream her jeans.

What can I do? It isn't like I can kick his ass or anything. Bonus for the night? These guys were at the game. I think they had an event in Nashville this weekend. I like it when Junior and Senior almost come to blows on their show, but Mikey is my favorite. He is such a slacker and he always gets away with it.

Anyway, I guess the move to Nashville is on, anybody got a couch I can grab?

When Does Hockey Season Start?

I won't cover the details of the Tennessee Titans game yesterday. The Girlfriend did a fine job on her blog. The Titans are stinking up the place. I didn't expect them to beat the Cowboys, but I thought they would play a better game. (Oh, and if you have read her blog, I didn't mean to knock her glasses off when I shoved her face into my armpit. I am such a juvenile!)

The only thing of note that she didn't cover was the mounted policeman. I wish I had thought to take a picture (I blame my buddy, Weiser). Imagine, if you will, a large, beautiful horse standing on the pedestrian bridge, it's fore legs spread almost twice the width of it's body in a struggle to support the doughnut eating member of law enforcement that had climbed on top of him. The cop was shaped like a weeble (you know, they wobble, but won't fall down). I imagine that poor horse will become intimately familiar with a chiropractor soon.