wha' happened??

The World Series is over. And I'm not celebrating. It wasn't supposed to end like this. The Tigers that played in the ALDS and the ALCS were supposed to show up to play the WS. Instead, a team that wouldn't be able to compete in a Triple-A Championship game showed up. They played like we expected them to play all season, not like they are clearly capable of playing. And definitely not like a team that deserved to be at the freaking World Series. I'm not sure what happened to them. They played a lot of games. The weather has been awful. Not a lot of players had post season experience. But really, I expected them to get their shit together and play ball for a couple more games. I know they tried their best and none of them gave up. But damn. What a way to end the season. The Cards played well but not that well! They didn't have to play that well to beat the Tigers. I'm so sad today. I feel like someone just died. All I can think about is the losses and I'm trying so hard to focus on the happy moments. A little dramatic for just a game, eh?

Is it time to start planning spring training trip yet?

Good afternoon Chief Justice, and may it please the court...

Jesse took the LSAT in late September. He recently received his score and he, of course, did very well. We were at the mall when he got his score. They email the scores and we were at the Apple store (computers, not produce) checking out macbooks and he checked his email from there. We were so excited and I'm so proud of him!

We went to Macy's so I could try on kick ass boots. I finally found some that would fit around my unusually large calves and I wanted to buy them but was a little worried about the price tag.
Jen: I don't know. They're kind of expensive.
Jesse: Baby it's all good because I'm a lawyer now.
Jen: Really? Because I thought you had to law school to be a lawyer. Huh.
Jesse: Call me "Your Honor." I just got a promotion.
Jen: Okay, Chief Justice, and may it please the court.

Is this what it is going to be like to be married to a lawyer?

And why do they say, "and may it please the court"? What does that mean??

Jesse emailed my (our) cousinCori, who is a public defender in Washington, DC. She emailed a good friend of hers who is the Associate Dean of Admissions at a top law school here in Michigan. Then Jesse got an email from the Associate Dean of Admissions at a top law school here in Michigan inviting him to apply to the school and she would waive his application fee. They seem to think that we indeed can afford for him to quit his job and go to law school full time at the same time I am in school full time.

Does that mean I won't be getting anymore kick ass boots?

Apparently it's all about me.

i'm baaaack!

I didn't really go anywhere. Just wasn't here. Last week was pretty busy because I had a midterm on Wednesday to study for, a paper due on Thursday and a wedding reception on Sunday. And of course, on Saturday there was the first game of the World Series to attend.

Hopefully I'll get my midterm score tomorrow when I go to class. The teacher isn't very useful so I had decided to study from the book. It was a good plan because a lot of people didn't do that and bitched a lot about how hard the test was. I know a couple people in the class who don't even own the book. This is grad school, people. Read the damn book.

The paper I turned in was pretty good. I think. The assignment was pretty vague and not that difficult. At least I didn't think it was very difficult. I'm a little worried that I'll get it back and find out that it was difficult and I just chose to ignore that part.

World Series game 1 was amazing, even though the Cardinals outplayed the Tigs. Their pitcher, Reyes, had to have pitched the game of his life. I don't know if that is true because I have never seen him pitch before. All I know is that he is a rookie and he pretty much shut the Tigs down. The Yankees pitchers couldn't even shut us down. Like I said, even though the game sucked, being there was like a dream come true. We hung out with cousinAdam and cousinSeth before the game. CousinAdam had seats in the lower level behind the Tigers dugout. Lucky! And cousinSeth was a couple sections down from us. The excitement before the game was almost too much to take. And then Jesse ate 3 kielbasa's and I almost died.

Anyway, here's a photo of the field while Bob Seger was singing America the Beautiful.

That's one big flag, eh? Nobody sang the National Anthem which kind of surprised me. These two fighter jet thingies did a flyover. I wasn't surprised because I had heard them practicing earlier in the day. Apparently they had never done it before because they practiced 3 or 4 times. Each time I hid under the table because I was sure I was about to die. We don't live far from Comerica and those silly planes were flying really low. And no, I didn't really think the dining room table would save my life. As a matter of fact, I lied. I didn't hide under the table. It was just to try to make you understand how loud and creepy the fighter jet thingies were. Geez.

Our wedding reception was lots of fun. Lots of people came which was good and bad. I didn't get to talk to people as much as I wanted to. That was the bad part. The good part was that it looked like we have lots of friends. I wanted to look good for the party so I went and spent a buttload of money on boots and a dress. I looked hot. But then I covered it up with my Tigers jersey. Loyalty to the team is much more important than looking hot at my wedding reception. Right?

So here we are looking like Tigers fans that dressed completely inappropriately for game 2. Aha! We didn't go to game 2. We sold our tickets to Joel and Amanda. They are very lucky people to have good friends like Jesse and I that will sell them World Series tickets at cost. Well, not that lucky because they ended up paying us $20 extra. But the people who sit in front of us at the games sold their game 2 tickets for $800 A PIECE. And I bet if they tried harder they could have sold them for even more. Why do we always learn these lessons the stupid way?

Let's see, in other news I went to my internship today. You might not think this is big news but I think it is really big news. I was supposed to start this internship the second week of September. Today was the first day I went and spent any amount of time at the agency. I've been working with the university to get my internship changed to another agency. I think they must have contacted my supervisor and told her to get her shit together or I'm outta there and she wouldn't get anymore free labor. Doesn't matter to me as long as I have a freaking internship! My first assignment today was to ride with her to pick up her lunch. She parked in a tow-away zone to run inside the Ren Cen to get her food. About 2 seconds after she left the valet lady came and told me I had to move the truck. Right now. So I switched seats and drove around the block a couple times. Fortunately for my supervisor I can drive a stick shift. The day did get better and I'm actually working on something. We'll see how long this lasts.

bless you boys.

In a strange twist of fate, Jesse and I ended up being at the ALCS game 4 with cousinSethy and his mom. Not only were we all at the game, they were in our section. We were able to talk the two guys sitting in front of Jesse and I into switching seats with cousinSethy and mamaBurger so they got to sit with us. Amazing how that all works out.

Yesterday I wrote the most amazing blog about this game. But then it disappeared. Damn you blogger!! So I'll try to recreate some of the amazingness but I'm sure I will disappoint you all.

Here is a photo of the field before the game started.

The Mosaic Youth Theatre of Detroit sang the National Anthem and it was absolutely beautiful. I do not especially enjoy our National Anthem but when they sang it, it brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't believe they were kids!

I don't know who came up with the "Who's Your Tiger?" marketing idea but they are an absolute genius. Before the game Jesse and I both chose Magglio Ordonez to be our Tiger. Apparently Jesse and I are also absolute geniuses.

But more on that in a second.

The game was fun to watch. Jesse and I sat next to a dude who used to play for the Toledo Mudhens (the Tigers Triple-A team) and he had also played for the Lansing Lugnuts. He was really nice and friendly and hot. He and his wife hadn't been able to get tickets next to each other so she was sitting somewhere else in our section. Eventually she came and joined us since we were way more fun than whoever she was sitting next to.

As for the actual baseball, the Detroit pitching wasn't as lights-out as it has been in the previous post season games. Bonderman did just fine but we were really concerned when Grilli came in and threw 13 balls in a row to load the bases with walks. Luckily Wilfredo Ledezma came in to save the day. Oakland had to bring in their closer, Huston Street, in the 7th inning. We felt like it was the right move for Macha to make since this game had such high stakes. However, by the bottom of the 9th, it was clear Street stayed in too long. Craig Monroe and Placido Polanco managed to get on base. With 2 outs, Magglio Ordonez came up to the plate. When he hit the ball it felt like it was moving in slow motion. The crowd was silent as I watched the ball sail out of left field for the second time that night. I'm not sure if it was really silent or if I just couldn't hear anything. Then I went crazy. The guy sitting in front of us turned to hug me and accidentally (?) groped my boobies (although with all the layers I was wearing he didn't get much of a feel) and I didn't care. I hugged him. I hugged his wife. I hugged my husband. I hugged cousinSethy and mamaBurger. I high-fived hands that were coming from everywhere. I fought back tears but when I saw the tears in cousinSethy's and mamaBurger's eyes I didn't care to fight them back anymore. We screamed we jumped up and down. We believed.


Who's your tiger? Magglio was my Tiger. I had never seen a walk-off homerun live before. Earlier in the season I had tickets to a game where Carlos Guillen had hit one. I didn't go to that game because I was sick. I wasn't sick on Saturday night.

Here is the field during the presentation of the American League Championship trophy and the MVP award to Placido Polanco. Speaking of Placido, have you ever seen such sheer joy in a player as he ran around those bases? Watching highlights of him running and jumping and cheering while wearing that stupid headwarmer thing brings tears to my eyes almost every time.


After the game we walked around downtown for a little while just celebrating and high-fiveing everyone in sight. It was a peaceful celebration with everyone focusing on this amazing team.

Seth called Sunday afternoon and all he said was, "we were there."

Yes, we were.

i know a good deal when i see one.

Actually, thanks to Erica who saw this good deal first and pointed it out to me. I never thought I needed a camera phone but was glad I had one on this shopping trip!

jackass.

peter griffin moment.

You know what really grinds my gears?

Lou Piniella's voice. Will he be around for all of the games? Lordy, I hope he doesn't come to Detroit!

smell the roses.

This week has been kind of crappy because I was sick. Last week I had a nasty cold and then I seemed to get some kind of 24-hour flu or something. Today is the first day in a week that I feel human and not like curling up in a ball and dying. Yay!

However, there are some good things about being sick. Sometimes your husband brings you beautiful roses to brighten your day!

i am a pacifist.

The police officer directing traffic tried to get the car to stop. The driver of the car, however, had different plans and proceeded through the intersection. The traffic cop, frustrated, I am sure, at being a traffic cop AND at being ineffective, pounded his fist on the hood of the moving car and exclaimed, "I said stop!", but to no avail. A young and beautiful Asian American woman waiting to cross the street excitedly blurted out, "SHOOT HIM!" Another woman in the crowd repeated the words and laughed. The gorgeous Asian American woman's husband quietly inquired, "did you just say, "shoot him"?" To which the exquisite woman replied, "um. Yes. It was in the heat of the moment. My life isn't very exciting." No shots were fired. The traffic cop was more successful stopping the next vehicle. Everyone safely crossed the street.

Boring.

Restore the Roar!!!!!!!

Somehow the Tigers made it to the post season for the first time since 1987. Jesse and I went to the game last night and it had to have been one of the most exciting games I have ever been to. I don't think I have ever seen the crowd so in to the game. We loved the Tigers with all our might, we hated the Yankees with just as much passion. Kenny Rogers was like a man possessed but not in a "I'm going to beat up a reporter way." Much more of a "the Yankees are MINE" way. He wanted this game and he worked his ass off to get it. 8 hard-earned strikeouts. I almost got teary-eyed when he was done, although that could have been because I am sick and hanging out in 50 degree weather for a few hours was making me want to cry. Let's just hope the Tigs can wrap this series up this afternoon.

Congrats to the Oakland A's. I'm a little sad that my boyfriend, Rondell White, is done for the season but a sweep is almost always exciting!

For those of you who follow the Tigers, this blog is a fun one to read. One of my favorite quotes from yesterday was Ernie Harwell talking about coming back to call the second inning.

"I don't want people to think of this as a comeback," said Harwell, who is retired from his longtime radio job. "It's just a cameo. I hope people will accept me."

We accept you Ernie. We accept you.

happy birthday!!

Today is my husband's birthday. We will celebrate with a trip to the recycling center, lunch and then baseball tonight.

Happy Birthday Jesse!!!

hurry!!

The internet connection at my house has been really bad lately. I am posting to say that Comcast sucks and it really makes me angry when I don't have internet and then see commercials on TV all about how their high speed internet is wonderful and will save the world.

Being sick sucks. But being sick without internet really sucks. Not sure why. It just does.

what do you do when you can't sleep?

I get out of bed and take Nyquil (I think I am getting a cold! Very sniffly and sneezy. Hopefully it is just allergies but it feels different). And then I lay back down and try to sleep. And then when that doesn't work I watch the rest of the Designing Women episode where they plan the funeral for their friend who has AIDS. And when that doesn't put me to sleep I get out of bed and go downstairs and read stuff on the internet. And then I watch a show on The Learning Channel about a family that has a set of twins and a set of sextuplets. And then I decide that maybe I am hungry so I go to the fridge to get a snack. I find dill pickles and leftover pizza. And then while I watch the show about a family with a million kids and only two births, I say a little prayer that I am eating pickles and pizza because we don't have any other food and not because I'm knocked up with an almost-baseball team.

Let's hope my late night snack will mean really messed up dreams for when I fall asleep before the sun rises. That's always a good time.

shower.

It was a shower filled weekend. Not only did I take a shower on Saturday morning, I was the target of a bridal shower on Saturday afternoon. Yes, I know I'm already married and these things usually occur before the nuptials as an opportunity to prepare the bride-to-be for the awkwardness of being the center of attention at the upcoming wedding. I have attended showers and have even given lingerie to the virgin-bride just to up the notch of embarrassment in front of elderly family members. Of course my gift was funny because it was pretty, red, silky lingerie that screamed, "SLUT THAT PROBABLY LIKES IT UP THE BUTT!" as opposed to pretty, white, lacy lingerie that blushingly whispers, "slut that probably likes it up the butt." Maybe it wasn't that funny. Anyway, back to my bridal shower as an already married old maid.

It was wonderful!!

Some of my closest friends and family were there and I don't think anyone felt awkward (well, maybe my 10-year-old niece felt awkward but that was probably because she's 10-years-old). I certainly didn't feel awkward. Not even when I opened the Horny Goat Weed from one of my best friends in the world. We all had fun and everything about the shower was comfortable, yet elegant. The food and the decorations, just lovely!

Now there is just one more wedding event and we will be done. I hope the last event goes as well as the shower went!