Without question, this is the hottest weather I’ve ever been exposed to in my entire life. And with me planning on going to the two remaining day baseball games where the expected weather is more of the same of this, I seriously think that there is a small chance, that I could die this weekend. That’s really all.
Last weekend, I was up in NOVA during the trip I couldn’t get back from, and I went to a baseball game with my dad. During the drive up to Frederick, Maryland, we got stuck in the typical I-270 traffic, due to the fairly abrupt ending of the third lane. It’s not like my dad and I have a ton of things to talk about in the first place, especially with the language difficulties between us in the first place.
For whatever reason, my dad decided to start a topic which was akin to my mom and aunts always badgering me about how I need to get married and start popping out grandkids. The fact that it was coming from my dad was a little strange, but I guess deep down, he too wants to have some mighty grandchildren to carry on the Hong family name and bloodline, but truthfully my dad is fantastic with babies really.
It started with him bringing up a girl I went to elementary and high school with and even the same church, who is the same age as I am, and her dad is friends with my dad. And how about she’s now engaged, and that he was invited to the wedding as guests of the parents I guess. But then he said that she’s marrying a Vietnamese guy, and I just kind of snort-laugh, you know the sound I’m talking about. A Korean girl marrying a Vietnamese guy, it’s laughable to me, kinda.
I’ve been watching America’s Got Talent this season, because I’m a Howard Stern fan, and it’s been kind of unavoidable. But anyway, the people in the photograph are “Eric & Olivia,” a music duo with Eric on guitar, and Olivia doing vocals. To their credit, I liked their act, and I think Olivia is definitely a pleasant singer, and I find her to be quite beautiful. But the operative word in that statement is “act,” because I think that’s precisely what’s going on here.
Stern grilled them in their initial audition, and inquired about their relationship, to which they both bashfully collided with, until they both attested to being “just friends.” Stern would proceed to zero in on Eric, and ask him if he really were happy with the arrangement, to which he sheepishly hesitated, stuttered, and then spit out the clichéd line that she is indeed beautiful, but they’re just friends and the music comes first. Regardless, they made it past the first round, and went to Vegas for their second audition. Stern would claim that Las Vegas would be the perfect place for Eric to make his move, only as the self-proclaimed King of All Media can do.
Personally, I’m convinced that the whole just-friends thing is all an act, or at least part of an act, and there’s a plan in motion once they made it to the second round. If the duo makes it past Vegas, they enter the stage of the competition where the fans’ vote has a large part in their survival in the competition. Needless to say, with the brainless masses in control of contestants’ fates, it gets to a point where talent takes a backseat to overall popularity.
That being said, I’ve got a nickname for Eric & Olivia: The Hunger Games. If they make it past the second round, then I fully expect Eric to become Peeta, and once in front of a nationally televised live audience, will come clean and attest to having feelings for Olivia. Olivia will play her part of the aloof Katniss and be shocked, and the storyline and drama of a longing partner versus the duo’s quest for fame and success might be compelling enough for the viewers at home to continuously vote them safely in the competition to see what happens next. It’s almost too obviously coincidental to the secondary plot of The Hunger Games.
Considering the show is not immune to controversy and fake acts, like the country singer with brain damage who stutters but seemed to be able to repress it when he sang, who lied about his military history and injuries and really didn’t have a stutter, my theory of an ambitious young couple faking their relationship and slowly re-writing it on a weekly basis to garner attention wouldn’t be too far-fetched.
Anyway, Eric & Olivia did indeed make it past the second round, and the next time we see them on America’s Got Talent, it will be live; and fans at home will play a large part in deciding their fate. So when the duo nails their next performance, and Eric emotionally “slips” some “feelings” towards Olivia in their post-performance interview, remember you read about it here first.
May luck be ever in their favor.
Where I will be either busy fervently doing chores around my home, or preparing for guests or parties, and preparing for yet another Peachtree Road Race throughout the next two weeks. And that’s if work isn’t too interfering with my personal ambitions.
But needless to say, I have a feeling that I’m going to fall behind in my brogging pursuits in this time being, and I’ve already got a small cache building up; 79 pictures from my latest and most tedious-to-return Virginia trip, a ballpark in Frederick, Maryland visited and needing incorporation into my baseball website, among the random thoughts floating through my head at any given time that warrant posting. I’ll likely be taking some photos over this weekend, and throughout the holiday week as well. So I fully foresee myself feeling the brogging bulge over the next two weeks.
Above is a photo panorama that I whipped up while at the Braves vs. Yankees game. It’s an angle not seen frequently, and it’s rare that Turner Field gets this packed on any basis, even with rain in the atmosphere.
I am never flying standby to Northern Virginia in the month of June ever again. I swear, leaving Las Vegas is easier than this.
It’s funny because tomorrow’s fuckyou o’clock is listed as “on time.” Of course it’s on time, nobody wants to get up at 3:30 in the fucking morning to travel. But really, for whatever reason, the entire planet is traveling today, and I can’t make any headway on the standby list, and I’m positive I’m shit out of luck and will have to spend an extra night in Virginia.
It’s nice that Atlanta’s the base, because I have the veritable pick of flights anywhere, but it also fucking blows that Atlanta’s the base because getting back involves every fucking person on the planet needing to layover there first.