There’s a reason why I call him Baby Jesus

I’ve been waiting a long time for this. The last time the National League defeated the American League in the MLB All-Star game was in 1996. That is until last night, when the National League finally defeated the AL for the first time in 14 years.

All thanks to Brian McCann, the catcher for the Atlanta Braves. In the top of the 7th inning, down by one run, with the bases loaded and two outs, and no room for error, Baby Jesus takes a 98 mph fastball, and smashes it deep into right field, and just like that, the bases are cleared, McCann stands alone on second, and the National League is up 3-1. This would be the final score, and without question, Baby Jesus is named MVP of the 2010 All-Star game. Also without question, this is one my personal favorite highlights of the entire 2010 season to date.

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The kind of heartbreak

Well, since Mother Nature has decided to be raging bitch lately, and instead of some steady rainfall, we’re simply getting bursts of torrential downpour that are perfectly timed to be at the most inopportune times possible. It’s beautiful, sunny, and hot, while I’m at work (which, by the way, is the mind-numbing job I was so glad to have supposedly been relieved of), but 10 minutes into my commute home, the sky begins falling, and hasn’t really stopped; and the best part is that it flares up repeatedly, knocking out my satellite several times when all I’m trying to do is enjoy the All-Star game.

So, I resort to writing, since I’ve got a lot on my mind lately.

To some it may seem a little bit silly, but I’m not going to say that I’m not a little heartbroken over recent events, but admittedly, I am heartbroken. It’s not like I was in love with the girl, but I was certainly leaning in the direction of wanting to continue building a relationship before circumstances dictated otherwise. But it’s not the kind of heartbreak that results in crippling me into oblivion. Far from it. But it is still heartbreak nonetheless. And truth be told, I have felt a similar heartbreak in my life before; but it wasn’t caused by a girl.

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When it’s this hot, people go a little crazy

And had I taken this picture 20 seconds sooner, it would have read “103F.”  Seriously, since I moved to Atlanta in 2003, I don’t think there’s ever been a summer this hot before.  And it’s only the end of June, and there is always the possibility that it could feasibly get hotter as the summer progresses.

Seriously, it’s pretty ridiculous how hot, miserable, humid and muggy it’s been the last few weeks.  I hardly want to go outside, and I’m amazed that I’ve still made the effort to trudge out of bed every morning, and jog, while the heat and misery is still a little bearable.  But I’m finding myself being influenced by the weather on all the things that I decide to do with my days.  People, with me as no exception, go crazy when things get too hot.

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Real Men Don’t Wear Small update: PNC Park, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Whew, it was beginning to feel like I would never hit up a new ballpark in 2010.  Thankfully, this drought has been remedied, and I’ve sated my need for travel and baseball at least for a few more weeks, and Real Men Don’t Wear Small has its first update since the move to the WordPress.  My latest venture took me out to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where I visited PNC Park, home of the hapless Pittsburgh Pirates.  I say that, despite the fact that on that particular day, they still beat my Atlanta Braves, in a true case of epic fail.

The repository of all my Pittsburgh photos as a whole, are up in the pictures section, to those of you who would feel so inclined to look and peruse.

Can’t think straight lately

It’s kind of silly why, but hopefully within the next few days, things will become clearer and I’ll be able to focus on things better again soon.

I made a brief cameo in Pittsburgh on Sunday, to knock one more park off of my ultimate list to see all 30 MLB parks.  It was convenient for two reasons – it was a day game, in the Eastern Standard Timezone, which meant I was capable of arriving in the morning, seeing baseball, and then leave in the evening.  And secondly, because it was against the Atlanta Braves.  But since I was there in attendance, the Braves D-squad did as they were expected to, and lost, sending me back home with my tail between my legs.  But if there was any genuine good to come out of the trip, it would be the shown Primanti Brothers’ pastrami sandwich.  A heap of pastrami, slaw, tomatoes and cheese, and most importantly the fistful of french fries all smashed in between two pieces of thick bread, and we have a meal that sated me all the way up until the wee-hours of the night.  Absolutely phenomenal.

Witnessing history

On April 17th, 2010, I was present at Turner Field, when a no-hitter was thrown.  Ever since I got into baseball, one of the things I’ve always said I wished that I’d experience, was to witness a no-hitter happen live and in person.  And on April 17th, 2010, that wish came true – I saw my no-hitter.

Unfortunately, it was at the expense of the Atlanta Braves, and not a Braves pitcher no-hitting someone else.

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