Gloomy and doomy in the Bronx on a Sunday afternoon.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Train to Westwood
Leaving Penn on an Amtrak to meet Lindsay up in Massachusetts for a wedding tonight. Yankees lid on, see how many looks I get. At least I got a window seat. Sorry for the short, choppy sentences. Bye.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Low Rider
I think this guy has a busted hydraulic system in the car. The back end stayed in the air the entire time. And believe me, he didn't want to hear that the speed limit was 35mph - 20mph was plenty fast for him. Probably wanted to show off his big fucking waste of money.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
WTF!: Martha's Vineyard Edition
What do people really think about themselves? How far will they go as far as wearing a bikini? Showing PDA? Well, you'd be hard-pressed to find people here on the Vineyard who are too tough on themselves. I am all for self-confidence, but I'll let you be the judge of whether this shit is confidence or stupidity.
I'll slowly get into the absurdity that was here at the beach today. Read the description then enjoy the photo.
There's me on the left jumping off the Jaws bridge:
Here's momma holding the little man during his first trip to the beach:
Me and Nolan at the beach:
Here's a tub of shit who decided to trek through the roped off area to get a prime spot at the beach at 3:15pm - the roped area was for local birds and their nests. It makes me sick, then, to boot (and I almost did), her 3-year-old son wore his underwear into the water and definitely had shit in there. People are repulsive. Note the denim booty shorts - apparently she has no mirrors at her place:
Here's a strong woman with no shame, stuffing something in her pie hole. Shit, it might have been a fish she caught in the ocean:
Here's some PDA in full effect - this guy is tied in to the next picture. He's a mentor (you'll see). I think I might have gotten busted taking this one by the girl crammed in her shorts:
Here's the protegé, working on his abs in the water. What a total douche bag this guy is. I actually thought to myself, aloud, "I can't believe this guy is actually working out on a beach in front of other people" - goes to show you people have no shame:
Here's the rest of the Fat Pack that was encroaching on the bird nesting area - I am not sure if that's her bikini or if someone in a bikini got lost inside her fat, cottage cheese ass. You can see the primary T.O.S. pointing as well as her kid (I think it's hers) in the underwear. She's probably telling the kid to get her fat ass some food. Clean it up, lady.
I almost just threw up rending myself of these people. This post has nothing really to do with self-confidence but rather a cry for help to those in need - have a little common decency. If not for yourself, for the rest of the people you'll encounter. It's really disturbing sometimes the shit people think actually look good.
I am no slim Jim, but I don't go walking around in a Speedo. I mind my own business and try to fly under the radar. These slobs might as well have neon signs over their heads, if they can lift their arms up that high (I know the guy doing abs can).
Hoping to enjoy the rest of my evening half as much as I enjoyed scoping out these mo-mo's.
Sit back, relax, and crack open an ice cold beer!
I'll slowly get into the absurdity that was here at the beach today. Read the description then enjoy the photo.
There's me on the left jumping off the Jaws bridge:
Here's momma holding the little man during his first trip to the beach:
Me and Nolan at the beach:
Here's a tub of shit who decided to trek through the roped off area to get a prime spot at the beach at 3:15pm - the roped area was for local birds and their nests. It makes me sick, then, to boot (and I almost did), her 3-year-old son wore his underwear into the water and definitely had shit in there. People are repulsive. Note the denim booty shorts - apparently she has no mirrors at her place:
Here's a strong woman with no shame, stuffing something in her pie hole. Shit, it might have been a fish she caught in the ocean:
Here's some PDA in full effect - this guy is tied in to the next picture. He's a mentor (you'll see). I think I might have gotten busted taking this one by the girl crammed in her shorts:
Here's the protegé, working on his abs in the water. What a total douche bag this guy is. I actually thought to myself, aloud, "I can't believe this guy is actually working out on a beach in front of other people" - goes to show you people have no shame:
Here's the rest of the Fat Pack that was encroaching on the bird nesting area - I am not sure if that's her bikini or if someone in a bikini got lost inside her fat, cottage cheese ass. You can see the primary T.O.S. pointing as well as her kid (I think it's hers) in the underwear. She's probably telling the kid to get her fat ass some food. Clean it up, lady.
I almost just threw up rending myself of these people. This post has nothing really to do with self-confidence but rather a cry for help to those in need - have a little common decency. If not for yourself, for the rest of the people you'll encounter. It's really disturbing sometimes the shit people think actually look good.
I am no slim Jim, but I don't go walking around in a Speedo. I mind my own business and try to fly under the radar. These slobs might as well have neon signs over their heads, if they can lift their arms up that high (I know the guy doing abs can).
Hoping to enjoy the rest of my evening half as much as I enjoyed scoping out these mo-mo's.
Sit back, relax, and crack open an ice cold beer!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Whoa
Here's some fine big women backin' their ass up. Only in Yonkers. The problem is, they think they look good. Must have funny house mirrors where they live.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Red Basket
An odd-looking bike chained up out in front of the library behind the building, with a neat little red basket on the back:
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Nathan thinking...
...what the hell is on the other side of this fence? Another dog park, but there weren't any dogs, as he'd hoped for. Just a pretty cool shot, with a slight hint of green accent thrown in for good measure. What a regal dog.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Seton Park in the BX
A few photos from the park behind our apartment. I know it's been a while since I actually posted some photos of things I've actually thought about before photographing. Alas, I'm back.
First off, a checkerboard atop a stone table:
Secondly, a wooden bridge on the playground:
Thirdly is a view up the pole with a few signs on it:
First off, a checkerboard atop a stone table:
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Tuesday, June 7, 2011
A few forgotten photos...
Was browsing my Picasa and found these, from my wedding day, courtesy of my photographer and friend Bryan Avigne.
First, at the barber shop getting an old school shave:
Next, me and the boys waiting on the limo to the church for the ceremony. We look good:
First, at the barber shop getting an old school shave:
Next, me and the boys waiting on the limo to the church for the ceremony. We look good:
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
All Good Things Must End...
The ride is over - our somewhat expected run to the NCAA Regionals is over after a 5-4 loss to Jacksonville this afternoon. It was tough on many levels.
First, the seniors came to the end of their college careers, and that is never easy to take. I've said it before, even as a coach, it's tough seeing their reactions after knowing their college careers are over. Time for the real world. To their credit, they've had an awesome four years here at Manhattan and we as coaches are grateful for what they've meant for the program - 1,000 hits between four hitters and three perfect innings to get us into the 2010 playoffs from the lone pitcher - pretty awesome stuff.
Second, we gave Jacksonville the game. Yeah, 5-4 is a way better score than 17-3, but knowing that 4 of the runs they scored were because we either walked or hit a batter, that's the part that stings. We fought until the last out was recorded - win or lose, I knew we would fight to the end. We don't have shit as far as facilities go up at school compared to this place (or many other places) but our kids work their asses off for this exact moment - to get to the NCAA's. This is what it's all about.
Here's a little photo montage of the week that was here - from NYC to Gainesville. This whole city revolves around the Gators. It's actually pretty neat.
Gate 33 - catching our flight to Florida:
Getting closer to where we wanted to be:
Heading to the practice facility. All smiles so far:
Getting loose on the practice football field (where UF God Tim Tebow practiced) - pretty easy when it's 95 degrees outside:
Walking into the nicest college stadium I have ever seen:
View of the press box and stands:
Nice scoreboard (used the blue color accent feature):
The green grass of the field (very similar to a golf course):
The four participants' banners on the left field terrace facade:
Nolan on the plane, getting ready for his first airplane ride:
In the middle of our 17-3 drubbing at the hands of the mighty Gators:
Pretty decent crown on hand for a little school from the Bronx:
Post-game huddle - trying to remind them that tomorrow is a new day:
Today is a new day - Jacksonville. Dugout is primed and focused:
Checking out the pitching chart, trying to get an idea for the upcoming hitters:
An unpleasant meeting on the mound ("throw strikes and pitch like you have all year" was the message I tried to relay):
Seeing how the bullpen is doing out in left field:
Rally - came up short in the end though:
Overall, 34-19 is a pretty damn good season. It's just a shame knowing you should have won but gift wrapped it for a team that didn't really deserve to win. We lost this last game, Jacksonville didn't win. We gave it to them.
And just like that, poof! The year is over. Some kids' careers are over. Time to hit the recruiting trail and bring in a new crop of talent to help us get back to where we were this week.
This feeling these kids experienced this week, this is something that they'll remember for the rest of their lives - regardless of the outcome. It doesn't happen very often and it's very, very difficult to get here year in year out (unless of course you're Miami (FL) or Florida or Florida St. or Texas or Arizona St., etc. etc.). For a small school of 2,800 this is as good as it gets!
The End!
First, the seniors came to the end of their college careers, and that is never easy to take. I've said it before, even as a coach, it's tough seeing their reactions after knowing their college careers are over. Time for the real world. To their credit, they've had an awesome four years here at Manhattan and we as coaches are grateful for what they've meant for the program - 1,000 hits between four hitters and three perfect innings to get us into the 2010 playoffs from the lone pitcher - pretty awesome stuff.
Second, we gave Jacksonville the game. Yeah, 5-4 is a way better score than 17-3, but knowing that 4 of the runs they scored were because we either walked or hit a batter, that's the part that stings. We fought until the last out was recorded - win or lose, I knew we would fight to the end. We don't have shit as far as facilities go up at school compared to this place (or many other places) but our kids work their asses off for this exact moment - to get to the NCAA's. This is what it's all about.
Here's a little photo montage of the week that was here - from NYC to Gainesville. This whole city revolves around the Gators. It's actually pretty neat.
Gate 33 - catching our flight to Florida:
Getting closer to where we wanted to be:
Heading to the practice facility. All smiles so far:
Getting loose on the practice football field (where UF God Tim Tebow practiced) - pretty easy when it's 95 degrees outside:
Walking into the nicest college stadium I have ever seen:
View of the press box and stands:
Nice scoreboard (used the blue color accent feature):
The green grass of the field (very similar to a golf course):
The four participants' banners on the left field terrace facade:
Nolan on the plane, getting ready for his first airplane ride:
In the middle of our 17-3 drubbing at the hands of the mighty Gators:
Pretty decent crown on hand for a little school from the Bronx:
Post-game huddle - trying to remind them that tomorrow is a new day:
Today is a new day - Jacksonville. Dugout is primed and focused:
Checking out the pitching chart, trying to get an idea for the upcoming hitters:
An unpleasant meeting on the mound ("throw strikes and pitch like you have all year" was the message I tried to relay):
Seeing how the bullpen is doing out in left field:
Rally - came up short in the end though:
Overall, 34-19 is a pretty damn good season. It's just a shame knowing you should have won but gift wrapped it for a team that didn't really deserve to win. We lost this last game, Jacksonville didn't win. We gave it to them.
And just like that, poof! The year is over. Some kids' careers are over. Time to hit the recruiting trail and bring in a new crop of talent to help us get back to where we were this week.
This feeling these kids experienced this week, this is something that they'll remember for the rest of their lives - regardless of the outcome. It doesn't happen very often and it's very, very difficult to get here year in year out (unless of course you're Miami (FL) or Florida or Florida St. or Texas or Arizona St., etc. etc.). For a small school of 2,800 this is as good as it gets!
The End!
Location:Gainesville, FL
ATL or Bust
These two are itching for a hitching to Atlanta right near the hotel. I wonder if they'll get there.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Aand
I love me a typo. This "Bono's Feast" is so aabundant they needed two a's to separate the meats. Yikes!
Part 1 - JFK
Eating breakfast. I hope it comes quick, unless the chairs all ordered first. SoHo Bistro in the American Airlines terminal.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
2011 MAAC Champions
With a 5-1 victory tonight, we won the MAAC Tournament. NCAA Regionals are the next stop - where is the question that'll be answered Monday night on ESPN. The selection committee will determine our destination.
June 3-6 is the regional dates. Follow the Jaspers.
Thanks blog friends. Time to celebrate.
June 3-6 is the regional dates. Follow the Jaspers.
Thanks blog friends. Time to celebrate.
Rain Delay
Start of the game is delayed. A small rain cell is passing through. Eventually, we'll get it going. Let's tune it up!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Dual Blog Posting Special
Due to a time constraint, this post will be broadcast via both my blogs - WRT and DDP.
I just got out of the shower and am ready for the MAAC Banquet thing at KatManDu - a seedy looking nightclub that the conference insists on hosting this dinner at. It's a buffet and the food isn't half bad, so whatever. As long as they keep it moving and it doesn't take three hours, it's not all bad.
Anyway, when I was in the shower, I noticed something that I'm sure many of you have never even thought about - the placement of the soap tray inside the shower. Typically, they're located towards the lower part of the wall and in the middle of the tub, a terrible place unless you like you some slimy soap. Me, I like when the soap has a chance to dry itself off before the next use. So for this Trenton Marriott, I commend you. You've got a well-placed soap dish within the confines of your shower. There it is, nice and high and out of the way of constant water abuse.
Now since this is Nolan's first real road trip, I had to take a picture of him on the king bed - a bed which I am jealous of since all we have in our apartment is a double. He's been pretty good so far and I hope this continues, because our room is sandwiched between our game one starter and two of our stud outfielders. So here's to a decent night of sleep for all in the 420-424 block.
Lindsay and Nolan are trying to get a little shut eye now, and I can's say I blame them. The traffic they hit on the way down will TKO anyone. That's another thing, I hate traffic and especially traffic in New Jersey. Also, while I'm on the NJ bashing, I can't think of many other states where you're forbidden to make left turns (like Zoolander, you can't turn left). They make you go right and around a roundabout all for a freaking left turn. Hey, New Jersey - just put in traffic lights with left-turn arrows.
OK, time for me to shut it down and play some "Cut the Rope" and "Rat on a Skateboard" on this here iPad. Later on dudes and dudettes.
I just got out of the shower and am ready for the MAAC Banquet thing at KatManDu - a seedy looking nightclub that the conference insists on hosting this dinner at. It's a buffet and the food isn't half bad, so whatever. As long as they keep it moving and it doesn't take three hours, it's not all bad.
Anyway, when I was in the shower, I noticed something that I'm sure many of you have never even thought about - the placement of the soap tray inside the shower. Typically, they're located towards the lower part of the wall and in the middle of the tub, a terrible place unless you like you some slimy soap. Me, I like when the soap has a chance to dry itself off before the next use. So for this Trenton Marriott, I commend you. You've got a well-placed soap dish within the confines of your shower. There it is, nice and high and out of the way of constant water abuse.
Now since this is Nolan's first real road trip, I had to take a picture of him on the king bed - a bed which I am jealous of since all we have in our apartment is a double. He's been pretty good so far and I hope this continues, because our room is sandwiched between our game one starter and two of our stud outfielders. So here's to a decent night of sleep for all in the 420-424 block.
Lindsay and Nolan are trying to get a little shut eye now, and I can's say I blame them. The traffic they hit on the way down will TKO anyone. That's another thing, I hate traffic and especially traffic in New Jersey. Also, while I'm on the NJ bashing, I can't think of many other states where you're forbidden to make left turns (like Zoolander, you can't turn left). They make you go right and around a roundabout all for a freaking left turn. Hey, New Jersey - just put in traffic lights with left-turn arrows.
OK, time for me to shut it down and play some "Cut the Rope" and "Rat on a Skateboard" on this here iPad. Later on dudes and dudettes.
Location:Trenton Marriott at Lafayette Yard
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