Let's get Denarded!

I intended to blog about my trip to NY today, but came across something more urgent. I've made several posts about the Minnesota Twins banners, and had a post about what should be Denard Span's group; Denard's Retards. This morning I was listening to the H.A.M.S. on 93X, and they had a bit where they played "Let's get Denarded in here" (instead of Let's get retarded in here/Let's get it started in here by the Black Eyed Peas). Looks like the Denard's Retards bandwagon is rolling! I'll check later to see if they have a download available on 93x.com. Right now I gotta get ready for doller dog night at the Dome. Yaaay, Denard, Yaaay!

Back to reality

Vacation in New York was fun. I have a few stories to share, but came back to work today and (this is the best way to describe it) got hated on. I have a big day of work and frisbee playoffs Tuesday, so mayhaps updates on Wednesday.

Late Knight

I am in my cubicle and I am tired as I went to the midnight showing of The Dark Knight last night. It was very, very good. VERY good. I'd love to chat about it, but don't want to spoil anything for anyone who has not seen it yet for some reason.

Sorry for lack of blogging lately. Been super busy wrapping up things at work before I head off for vacation in New York. I suspect I'll have many things to blog about when I return. Toodles.

Sal's Pal

I'm in a fantasy baseball league and often while away down time at work by reading up on who's hitting well, who's not, prospects, etc. The website that our league has puts little flags next to a player's name if they've added recent news. Usually it's a little yellow post-it, but sometimes it will be blue to signify a batter is cold, or orange if they're on fire. Scrolling through the list I came across the orange flag next to Cleveland's backup catcher, Sal Fasano. It read:

Yes! Any fan of Zoolander should appreciate this. That Sal Fasano is so hot right now!

I decided to read up on Sal, and found some interesting stuff. First and foremost, he has a sweet moustache. Second, he had an awesome fan club. Loyal readers of my blog know how I take notice of the Twins' groups like Cuddy's Buddies and Morneau's Mounties. In 2006 Sal played for the Phillies and there was a Sal Fasano fan club called "Sal's Pals." These guys would all dress up like Sal, and during one game Sal sent 20 large pizzas to his 40 fans in the stands. This is why I love baseball.

Later, Fasano went to the hated New York Yankees. The Yankees have some strict policies about haircuts and facial hair, so Fasano had to trim his 'stache. Sal's Pals were sad, and Fasano said he thought it made him look like Borat. I also found a blog about Sal written by some guys pretending to be Sal Fasano. I'm pretty sure I'll spend most of next week enjoying sifting through the archives.

Hooray for America

Every 4th of July I try to make it up to my family's cabin in Cumberland, Wisconsin. (A coworker of mine claims that everyone in Wisconsin calls cabins "cottages," drinking fountains "bubblers," docks "piers" and bar-b-ques "cookouts." I don't believe any of that.) Basically I just sit by the lake enjoying the weather while I eat meat and cheese and drink beer. It's pretty much the best time ever.

On the 4th all the boats on the lake are decorated with red, white and blue paraphernalia (flags, pin-wheels, streamers, etc.) and we have a parade. Our family adds a pirate flag to our pontoon for the occasion.

Afterwards we all pull up onto someone's property and have a potluck picnic. Meat, cheese, cake, brownies, chips, and little weenies wrapped in bacon. Meat wrapped in more meat- yes! At this function I tend to just find a table with my sister and her husband and avoid any socializing with anyone else on the lake. We had fun laughing at the little kids running around.

This one kid was wearing some wrap-around shades, and he'd be pretty happy for awhile, but if his shades came off he'd start whining. We called him "Whiny." Then there was another kid who had like seven pieces of cake, and then his mom informed him that he had had enough cake, so he went to all the forks, knives and spatulas that had frosting/cake crumbs/brownie remnants on them and stuck those in his mouth. We called him "Chewie."

After licking those clean, Chewie then put all the forks, knives and spatulas back in their respective cake/brownie pans and went off to find more things to put in his mouth. He went over to the ladder game and put the golf balls in his mouth. Then he'd take them out and throw them, run to pick them up, and put them in his mouth again. He did that like 100 times.

Then I went back to our cabin, took a nap, and woke up for a fish-fry.