Oh, man. When your fourth starter throws a three-hit ball over seven innings you start to have dreams. Yeah, that was Anibal Sanchez on the mound for the Nats yesterday, blanking the first-place Braves as my hometown team moved to 16 games over .500 with 14 to play.
Wasn’t it nice to fly under the radar all summer?
Well, no more. My hopes have been raised officially. (And the longer we can not think about football in this town the better.)
Here we go again.
Some say when the 13th of the month falls on a Friday the day will be unlucky.
But let’s put this in perspective.
Each of our months has a 13th day. There is a one out of seven chance that the day falls on a Friday. That means, assuming you’ve made it this far, you’ve survived a number of these days already.
I’m 37 years old, or nearly 450 months. That’s more than 60 Friday the 13ths I’ve already survived.
So we should be good, right?
Of course, that’s probably what they want you to think.
Today, of course, is the anniversary of one of the worst days in American history. Hard to believe it’s been 18 years since September 11, 2001.
I work with 11 and 12-year-olds every day, and to them “September 11” might as well have been something that happened during the Civil War.
But we’ll take time today to remember, all of us, whether dates that begin with 19 sound like ancient history or whether dates that start with 2 still sound like some distant future.
We’ll remember those lost; we’ll remember the heroism; we’ll remember the sacrifice.
First, if you have not yet found the delightful British TV series The Great British Baking Show (also known as The Great British Bake Off) please do so. Then come back and read the rest of this post. I’ll wait.
Never mind the greatness of GBBS. How about Netflix going old school with the release of Season 10? (Perhaps you know it as Collection 7 in the U.S.) Dropping a new episode every Friday instead of letting us “binge” them all at once? What is this, the 20th century?
Actually, I love it. This is how TV is meant to be watched. Tune in next week for another exciting adventure!
Anyone under the age of 20 has no idea this is how “TV” should be consumed. They’ll learn.
Spoiler alert: the episodes air several days before in the U.K. before they drop here. Best advice: do what the rest of Europe is doing right now and cut yourself off from Britain.
Can’t risk that kind of 21st century knowledge when it comes to important things like TV baking competitions.
I’ve never gotten more interest in what I’ve put on Twitter than my post of a few days ago about gum and chocolate. Yes, gum and chocolate. You know that if you eat a piece of chocolate while chewing gum the gum disappears? Yeah, just straight up disappears. Some kind of chemical reaction that makes the gum just… wait for it… disappear.
Thirty-seven years old and I never knew this until the other day. (Apparently no one else knew this either–this revelation should be shouted from rooftops immediately!)
I discovered this little trick in one of my son’s kiddie science experiment books.
Amazing what they’re teaching five-year-olds these days.
Gum + Chocolate = Nothing.
You never think a game started by Max Scherzer and Jacob deGrom is going to end up 11-10. Actually, not much of what happened at the end of last night’s Nats-Mets game was that thinkable before it began. Scherzer and deGrom had pedestrian outings… and then things got weird. Very weird.
In the end? A walk-off home run for Kurt Suzuki, giving the home team (my home team) a one-run victory. Which capped off a seven-run ninth inning rally. After letting a one-run deficit balloon to a six-run deficit in the ninth.
It was the kind of game you knew would end with a rally that came up just short. Isn’t that how it usually goes?
This one defied all logic.
Justin Verlander had quite a day on the mound yesterday. A complete game, 14 strikeouts, only one walk… and, oh yeah, he threw a no-hitter.
But no-hitters are so 20th century. And downright commonplace compared to a… wait for it… Game Score of 100.
You know you’re a geek when…
‘Round these parts we have a silly, made-up holiday called “the Friday before Labor Day.” (I do realize that all holidays are made up, but come on, this one was made up like a month ago!) Three-day weekend just isn’t enough for the tourism industry; they got us four.
Of course this means we must go to school one day further into June. The last day of school where I live is now June 10, not June 9. Students will be sitting in class on June 10 thinking I could have started my summer vacation today. And let’s face it, it won’t just be the students thinking that.
Well, that was my thought the last month after I heard about this new silly holiday. I’ll admit I thought it was a waste.
But at the end of the day yesterday, were the students complaining that the next day was a day off? Heck, you could have talked them into going until about June 27 to get today off.
I think the teachers were right there with ’em.
Happy Friday Before Labor Day!
Everywhere I look I see news reports of Popeyes around the country running out of that new chicken sandwich of theirs. You know that knew chicken sandwich… the one you heard about on this very blog last week?
You’re welcome, Popeyes. You’re welcome.
Let it be known that I make it a point to try every new food item that comes down the pike. Hence Popeyes’ new chicken sandwich and many other much more questionable decisions over the years.
Somehow, though, the Impossible Whopper from Burger King had eluded me thus far. I’m not sure when it became available in Northern Virginia, but apparently as of a few weeks ago it’s now available nationwide. So no excuses. Get you one of these “plant-based, protein-filled patties” (their words). It’s good, sure, but then again I liked veggie burgers before I tried this one so I wasn’t exactly shocked. I wouldn’t call it impossible; after all, most veggie burgers do sorta taste like burgers, no? Anyway, it’s good.
Popeyes new chicken sandwich good?
Finding something to beat that one is going to be pretty…