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I promise that my next 12 of 12 will be much more exciting. I’ll be in Germany; so the way I see it, at the very least, it should be scenic!
I’m consider myself a pretty middle-of-the-road kind of guy. There are some things about which I consider myself fairly progressive (or liberal or non-traditionalist…whatever the label): gay marriage (absolutely for) and marriage for Catholic priests (that’s a whole other blog entry), for example; and there are other issues about which I consider myself a purist: English grammar and classroom education (online education lacks the essential teacher-student interaction). Another issue about which I consider myself a purist is baseball, particularly the designatied hitter (DH). Phil Rogers’ column in today’s Chicago Tribune got me thinking about the DH again. Here’s how I really feel about it: I HATE THE DH. There it is. I said it. I know I’m not alone in this sentiment, but it feels really good to say that and get it out in the open. I agree with Rogers’ assertion that both the American League (AL) and the National League (NL) should adopt universal rules, much like the two conferences in both the NFL and NBA. However, I wholeheartedly disagree his notion that NL should adopt the DH rule. To the contrary, the AL should abolish the DH. Here’s why:
Come on, Bud Selig. If you do one thing rigth in your tenure as MLB Commissioner, abolish the designated hitter. The DH “experiment” has run its course. Please get rid of it.
Happy Easter, everyone!













Ah, Opening Day. The best day to be a baseball fan, no matter which team claims your loyalties. The Cubs championship drought has been well-documented, so I won’t get into that again. But what makes Opening Day so great, especially for us Cubs fans, is the hope that this year is THE year. We all hope that “next year” is finally here. And at the start of this day, our team is in first place and poised to make a title run. It’s plainly obvious from the picture and from previous entries that I’m die-hard, lifelong Cubs fan. And to that end, I DO BELIEVE that this year is the year. We say it every year, but looking at the numbers, it’s tough to see the Cubs not making it deep into the postseason, let alone winning the whole thing. The Cardinals are going to challenge the Cubs for the Central title, which is think is good for the North Siders. But in the end, the Cubs starting rotation is too deep and the lineup is much more balanced than last year’s 97-win team. The bench is pretty deep, too. My only concern is middle relief; the back end of the ‘pen, anchored by Marmol (MARMOL!!) and Gregg, is killer; it’s just a matter of getting to those two guys.
And I’m not alone in my prediction of the Cubs going all the way. Click here for yet another reason why I like Tim Kurkjian, of ESPN‘s Baseball Tonight.
“Go Cubs, go! Go Cubs, go! Hey, Chicago, whaddaya say? The Cubs are gonna win today!”
I turned 30 on couple of days ago, and frankly, it was weird. I’m not freaked out, like some people get when they reach this “milestone.” It’s weird in that I’m starting another decade of life. It’s weird how much older 30 seems than 29. It’s weird because it doesn’t seem any different from age 29, except when I say out loud “I’m 30.” I used to use the phrase “you’re only as old as you feel” when I worked retail. I said that to men who would come into the store and hesitate to buy an item because they felt they were “too old for that.” The way I see it, I certainly don’t feel too old for anything. In fact, I don’t feel like I’m 30, which is contributing to the weirdness of the occasion. I still make crude fart jokes, poke Marty incessantly when we’re together, dance around my apartment in a silly manner when I’m giddy, and get excited to play new video games. Again, I don’t feel like I’m 30, but I am. So…there it is.
In honor of my 30th birthday, I thought I’d make a list similar to the monthly 12 of 12 I try to post. This time, however, the list is comprised of things I hope to see and/or do while in my 30’s. I’ve got a decade to complete the list, so I think I’ve got a pretty good shot at checking off everything. Here goes (in no particular order):
The Cubs lost last night. In years past, this statement would have been all too common and, frankly, expected. But something’s different this year. I feel it, Mike feels it, and several other Cubs fans I’ve chatted with feel it, too. Last night’s loss, and every loss since about mid-May has felt oddly strange. The culture of Cubdom is undergoing a drastic change, one I think is beneficial, for the fans and for the organization. In light of the team’s (albeit brief) playoff appearance last year and the sustained success so far this season, the franchise–players, staff, and fans alike–now expect to win. This is what the Yankees and their fans have been accustomed to over the years, and what Red Sox fans now expect: victory. Based on this year and last, the Chicago Cubs are no longer “Lovable Losers,” a moniker I’ve always hated. I’m writing today to banish that title once for all. Lovable, yes, but losers no more. The Cubs’ World Series drought has been well documented this year, being the 100th anniversary of their last championship. But with the team poised to win their second straight division title, there are now expectations of success placed upon Lou Piniella and crew. Making it to the playoffs is no longer enough. In fact, I dare say that merely making it to the World Series is no enough any more. The city, Cubs fans, and the organization are starved for a champion, and I think the players and staff feel that desperation. The way I see it, Cubs Country (hey, if the Red Sox can have “Red Sox Nation,” then the Cubs can have their “Country”…dibs on the royalties!) is die-hard, baseball-savvy fanbase that finally has changed from a happy-go-lucky, “oh well we lost again” bunch to a dedicated, “we-want-to-win-it-all” collective who won’t take no for an answer. It is “gonna happen.” Don’t believe me? Check the numbers. Then check the pulse of The Country.
Welcome to Cubs Country!
I was so tired last night I didn’t get a chance to post my 12 of 12 before I went to bed, as I like to do. Here it is, a few hours late.
6:19 AM – The alarm had already been going off for 4 minutes. Ouch.
6:24 AM – The parking garage on the first floor my building. Oreo’s leading the way to the pet area.
6:55 AM – My clothes are waiting for me after my shower. And yes, I did set them aside the night before, undershirt and all.
7:29 AM – My breakfast this morning.
7:45 AM – Making sure the playlist is complete for classes today. Mozart? check. Sousa? Check. All-American Rejects? Check. Busta Rhymes? Check.
11:45 AM – I head over to the convenience store adjacent to the Dept. of Music to grab some lunch before my office hour. I decide to give Senor Miguel a try. That was a mistake. I should have known better.
12:15 PM – While waiting for a student (who never showed) during my office hour, I unload my bag and discover that I’ve a lot of grading to do this weekend. A lot.
3:05 PM – Locking up my office, as I complete my first full week of classes (last week was only three days). (P.S. You know it’s my office: amidst Red Sox Nation, it’s the only one with Cubs logos adorning the window. Go CUBS!)
3:40 PM – I live only 2.0 miles from school, yet my commute averages about 25 minutes, no thanks to the Rourke Bridge, which I have to cross to get to and from school. Essentially, three lanes bottleneck into one, then branch out again into three. Here, I need to make a right, and would be able to if the jerk in front of me, who needs to make a left, would have gotten over to the left lane. Moron.
4:07 PM – There’s a Dunkin’ Donuts right across the street from my apartment, and since Senor Miguel’s breakfast “burrito” didn’t do much for me, I decide to grab a sausage, egg, and cheese bagel. This was not a mistake.
8:47 PM – Despite the mountain of papers I have to grade, I decide to take the night off because I’m utterly exhausted. So, I play a little MarioKart Wii. I won a few gold trophies in the 150cc league. My only loss in this cup was due to a fluke pass right at the end, after I dominated the entire race up ’til that point. Stupid spiny shells.
12:26 AM – I spend the rest of the night watching The Karate Kid and The Karate Kid Part II on AMC. Oreo and I are in and out of consciousness pretty much the whole evening. Man, my dog is cute. Too cute.
I was out of town on the 12th, but managed to take pictures of the day. Here’s my July 12 of 12, however belated.
1:21pm – We ate a late lunch that consisted of my dad’s adobo and sinigang (not pictured). Yum.
1:53pm – After lunch, my dad started making leche flan for the party later that night. Again: Yum.
1:55pm – While my dad was making the flans, I helped iron his shirt. I’m so my father’s son it’s ridiculous. Notice the new 2008 FSU football “Unconquered” t-shirt. Go Seminoles!
2:15pm – Marty and I chilled on my dad’s couch and perused The Secret. This book is, in a word, amazing. And not in the good way.
3:17pm – Had to check on the Cubbies. I logged on just in time to witness Marmol blow a 5-run lead. The Cubs managed to eek out an 8-7 victory and Rich Harden struck out 10 in his Cubs debut, so it was all good.
3:30pm – Marty and I decide to mess with our cameras. We’re dumb.
6:29pm – I had no idea what to expect for my graduation party. I should have known it was gonna be huge when I saw the catering van.
6:31pm – We walk into the parish hall and behold the spectacle that is the buffet table. Holy crap, this is gonna be big.
7:02pm – Mmm, cake. Congrats, me!
8:13pm – I manage to find a few minutes to eat. Man, do I love eggrolls.
9:33pm – Oh yes, those are Filipinos line dancing, to Latin music nonetheless. Apparently, it’s the thing to do.
10:05pm – The party’s winding down. My mom planned a lot of it and worked really hard to make it a fun evening. Thanks, mom!!
What better way to kick off Friday the 13th than with 12 of 12.
My life’s pretty quiet now. Translation: I’m bored out of my mind. I didn’t leave the apartment yesterday (again), so several pics are of the TV screen. God I love TV.
10:02am – Amy and I are trying to live a more eco-friendly, organic lifestyle, so she recommended this organic peanut butter. I did a side-by-side taste test and the results are in: the MaraNatha peanut butter is delicious. It tastes freshly homemade. Amazing.
10:22am – They’re doing some renovations and repairs around the apartment complex, so I didn’t have water to wash my dish. So to pass the time…
10:23am – I continued my Seinfeld-watching.
10:48am – As you can see, I’m making progress, moving on to the second disc of the penultimate season.
11:15am – I get an email saying that my dissertation has been approved by the Office of Graduate Studies and will posted online. Horray!
11:23am – As I continue my morning online routine, I request official copies of my transcripts from my three schools. Northwestern is the only school that has my mail a request form in by snail mail (thereby slowing the process). Thanks to Loyola for sending transcripts for free.
11:24am – The transcripts I requested from LUC, NU, and FSU are all going to the Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences at UMass Lowell. It’s part of the “making-my-hire-official” process.
12:47pm – Givin’ Oreo some love. She loves those nubby gloves I got.
2:25pm – WGN celebrated its 60th year of broadcasting Cubs baseball with a “throwback game,” which featured both teams wearing 1948-style uniforms and a black-and-white telecast complete with graphics of yesteryear (just for the first two innings).
8:10pm – I cooked dinner for myself, which is a rarity these days. It looked better in person, and it tasted even better.
9:52pm – The way I see it, since I was feeling domestic, why not continue the trend? Iactually washed my dishes. Recognize the hat?
10:31pm – 2nd place in the 100cc Special Cup in MarioKart Wii. I was leading the standings until the final race. Two words for you: Rainbow. Road. God I hate that course.