Tuesday, August 16, 2011

ANIMAL HOUSE

Wooooo!!! College!!! The good old days right? Well, this is just another sign that I'm just getting old. Last night around 2:30 AM I was awakened by a dozen teenage kids horribly singing along to Britney Spears and Jon Bon Jovi. Over the past few months I've thought it was extremely strange that I haven't seen one neighbor of mine in my apartment complex. Well, I have it figured out now. School was out of session over the summer, so the apartment emptied out, and to my liking was completely silent from May through July. Now it's August, school is back, and so are those damn students. I've quickly learned that I have extremely thin walls, hate college kids, and 95% of Americans sing like shit.

Flipping subjects, a few days ago I helped out with a local baseball clinic that was held at our home field here in Syracuse. I'm not sure how many of you guys have seen the show "Kids Say the Darnedest Things," but I remember watching it back when I was probably in middle school. One of my favorite parts about working the baseball clinics is hearing the outrageous things most of the kids have to say.

We took the first ten minutes to huddle up the group of 85 kids to ask and answer any questions they may have for us. One of my teammates asked the kids, who ranged in ages six to twelve, "who wants to one day be a professional baseball player?" As expected, about 90% of the kids started screaming, "I do! I do! I do!" One little kid in the back who looked to be about eight years old raised his hand, and when I asked him what was up he responded, "I want to be a professional baseball player for the money!" I've got to say that's the first time I've ever heard someone under the age of twenty hit me with that response. I'm guessing Scott Boras will be in contact with his parents in the near future.

Last week we were in the great city of Buffalo, New York playing a quick two game series against the Buffalo Bisons. At approximately 8 AM the most annoying fire alarm in the world went off. Not only was it the loudest thing in the world, but it talked to you. "Attention! This is an emergency! Please use the stairs and exit the building!" I did what I, and everyone else, normally does when an alarm goes off while staying at a hotel. First, you lay in bed until either the alarm shuts off, or you can't stand to listen to it anymore. You roll out of bed cursing, "who the @$#% pulled the fire alarm. I'm going to kill those damn kids!" You open the door and check the hallway. Is there smoke? Are people screaming as they sprint down the hallway and towards the exit? Nope, coast is clear. You return to your room and look out the window. Is there a fire outside? Smoke? People running for their lives? Doesn't seem like it. Back to check out the hallway. Why the @#%$ is the alarm still going off?!?!

At this point my roommate and I had to get up and leave the room. There was no quit in this fire alarm. We got to the stairwell on the 7th floor and realized there was nowhere to go. The thing was packed with people. After waiting in line for about five minutes the alarms finally went off and we were told there was no emergency. Unfortunately we had to be up for our day game in another hour so there was no need going back to bed. I love living in hotels.

Lastly, some of you have been wondering why I haven't played the last few games. Well, a few days ago I dove for a ball and somehow landed oddly on my ribs. It is nothing serious and I was given a few days to rest up. I was supposed to be back in the lineup two days ago but we've been rained out back to back days. I'm back in there today. Speaking of that, it's time to head to the field. I hope you all enjoy your week!

12 comments:

  1. Be glad they don't have a kareoke machine like my neighbors.

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  2. Haha they might as well had one lol

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  3. Does that Grind Your Gears? haha!

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  4. don't worry you are not getting older you just got smarter...college kids are annoying lol I don't miss those days :-)

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  5. Yes it does grind my gears!!!

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  6. College. I don't miss those days at all. While I think college kids (I feel like  I'm halfway to death calling people in college kids) suck I don't live around many but sadly, I live 1 street over from a highschool and I can't friggen stand punk ass highschool kids (no offense to any punk ass highschool kids that may read this) so all day long the little hoodlums being soooo cool  can be found skipping school & smoking pot at the corner, fighting, and all that other adorable  shit "cool" kids do. They make me feel like an 82 yr old woman..when I see them I try to avoid eye contact & hold my purse a little closer to my side as I mumble profanity under my breath about their shockingly poor behavior. All I'm missing is a cane to waggle at them when they walk by as a threat.
    Btw: You're lucky Idon't live near you. I sing & I sign loud & often. Hell, sometimes it's to Britney Spears but I'd like to think I'm not in the 95% that suck. Also, kids. Yeah, they say the dardenst things to say the least.

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  7. you should have joined along in the singing LOL

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  8. Where in the hell are they sticking you guys for sleep, I've been at the Double Tree in Portland, it is pretty nice for a visiting team but you, you get haunted hotels with rubber ducks and music alarm clocks and now a freakin' fire alarm? Next up, twin blonde girls will be asking you to come and play with them out in the hallway .

    Really glad to see you back in the boxscores and to hear it wasn't too serious, especially at your age... it could have been fatal. hehe

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  9. Kids these days!

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  10. I was yelling at them through the wall

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  11. Haha I dunno the hotels have been really nice just having bad luck with the I guess

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