No Jimmy Rollins bashing. No F.Dick praising. No Ricky Rubio jokes. No pix from last night's dinner.
Went to the butcher yesterday afternoon and picked out some Rib Eyes for Cheesesteaks last night. It allowed us a chance to christen one of our three new Summer Knives that arrived last week -- the aforementioned F.Dick Serrated Knife with the ultra comfy off-set handle. 
1. We watched most of the second half of today's soccer match. We don't know what the tournament was -- only that the US played Brazil in the finals. Having missed the first half (when WE were up, 2-0), we can say this: the Americans looked slow and unskilled compared to the guys on the other team. Also, we still have no clue how the clock works or why it moves forward instead of counting down like in every other sport. And why does the clock not stop when the ball goes out of bounds?!? Not that we really care. We're not sure, but we think that's the first game we've watched on TV since Brandi Chastain whipped off her shirt about 10 years ago.
We bought this toolbox about six weeks ago. Today, we used it for the first time. The Wife needed us to drill holes and then install two hooks on the house for hanging plants. We used the cordless drill for about four minutes. We are now resting after that manual labor.
Fresh off of this morning's successful weigh-in (dropped 3 Big Ones), we were understandably psyched to eat some real (read: good) food today. For lunch, we sliced up a fresh loaf of Italian bread and made a turkey and low fat American cheese sandwich. For some kick, we added fresh coleslaw and a single teaspoon (3 grams of fat) of dressing, along with some mustard. The end result of this new creation?!? Tasty. Plain and simple. Have a look-see:
We said it during March Madness -- UNC shooting guard Wayne Ellington will never even score a point in the NBA.
What's stranger: Whore Stern's mustache?!? The porn music in the background of the highlights?!? Someone saying Mark Iavaroni is a "great player"?!? Or the fact that Charles Barkley actually looks skinny?!?
Someone just texted us a link to this. Can't think of a nicer Father's Day gift than that. (Well, except for the Adam Perry Lang 400 page/500 pound hardcover cookbook The Playmaker and The Playmaker's Sister gave us!)
Yes, we lorded over the Father's Day Fishing Derby today. We hit the pond just past 9 AM. Of course, Captain Ray was already on hand complete with a cooler of beer. We quickly bummed some chum worms from him and cast one rod for The Playmaker's Sister and another one for Our Dad. (The Playmaker was scratched from the comp, as he woke up with a bad cold and ruled ineligible by The Wife.)
Haven't had many written entries this past week. As the school year winds down, there are a zillion things that need to be done in a short time. We are not bitching, of course. (Not when school will soon be closed for 11 weeks.) But we can't help but feel the the Tax Guy who has a ton of returns to get done and he is on the clock.
1. Did the Pre-Dawn Run.
2. Taught all day. (Round of applause...)
3. Cut the lawn.
4. Played baseball against The Playmaker & Best Friend Raymond. (Lost 6-4.)
5. Was all-time pitcher in neighborhood kickball game.
6. Played lacrosse with The Playmaker's Sister (while The Playmaker played 1-1 flag football with Some Kid).
We love our daughter, The Playmaker's Sister. And we love that she loves to dance. And we love watching her dance.
But...
We H-A-T-E her dance recital (which is tonight). And everything about it. Well, except for the 8 minutes (8!) she gets to actually dance on stage. The other 3 hours and 52 minutes she is backstage as we are stuck watching people we don't know dance.
Why do they need a four hour show?!? Why not split the girls up (by age) into two shows?!? Then parents get to see more of their kids and less of kids they don't give a crap about.
Why is it at the ungowdly time of 6 PM?!? How about something a tad more convenient -- something like 2 PM?!?
And why do they need to have a four hour dress rehearsal the day of the show?!? The Playmaker's Sister has been going once a week for two hours since September. Shouldn't the girls know the routines by now?!?
So today, we get to see the end result of those hours of work. We get to see the finished product -- a product, by the way, that has cost us over $1k this year.
And it's all over in 8 minutes.
That's $125 per minute...
As we approach our two year blogger anniversary, complete with over 1,000 posts -- including a streak of over 365 consecutive days -- we found this article on the death of blogs fascinating. Memo to bloggers and blogger wannabes...you will NOT make any coin off of your blog. As such, you will NEVER be able to quit your real job. To think otherwise is just plain stupid!
Quick NBA Finals Note: That missed alley-oop layup by the Magic's Courtney Lee was not, exactly, an easy shot. He was a bit too far under the backboard, plus he was drifting to his left while trying to score with his right hand. A makeable shot?!? Definitely. But it certainly was no gimmie! And if you're trying to win an NBA Championship on an alley-oop to a rookie named Courtney Lee (Courtney Lee?!?), you lose the right to bitch about him missing it.
Since the mulch is calling our name (or is it The Wife calling us?!?), we only have time for a short one this morning:
Taking a look @ the Phillies' top prospects! (As in, what will they be willing to move to get Roy Oswalt or Roy Halladay?!?)
We will be back later...
Final coaching game today until September, as The Playmaker's Sister closes out her softball campaign. The Playmaker ended his baseball season last Tuesday, with a 21-15 W. He went 2-4 batting in the leadoff spot. Today, before and after the game, we will working on editing some HD video for our other blog.
The pulled pork from last night was damn near euphoric. Of course, we have pix from start to finish. Until we upload, however, you can nibble on these links. Hope everyone has a great weekend!
Again -- we were so far ahead of the curve on Twitter. Now, it's on the cover of Time Magazine!
Speaking of Twitter, why is Tony LaRussa such a baby?!?
If this happens, we will be PISSED!
NBA Mock Draft!
Everyone has a guilty pleasure (or 11). Smokes, booze, donuts, etc.
We have always had a thing for Kentucky Fried Chicken. Back in college, other peeps ordered pizza. We always got KFC -- with mashed potatoes, of course. Perhaps we even drank the gravy out of the container on more than one occasion.
Alas, we are all grown up and haven't had it for a few years. Still, we are curious that KFC now serves chicken that is NOT fried. (We are guessing The Colonel must be screaming the F-bomb from Heaven...)
Anyway, here is one food critic's review of the new fowl.
A new pitcher took the mound for Your Philadelphia Phillies last night. No, it wasn't Jake Peavy. Actually, it was against Jake Peavy. Antonio Bastardo, a 23 year old lefty pitcher, took the mound last night (after two satrs in AAA), filling in for Brett Myers.
And he pitched a better game than Myers has done all season.
He went 6 innings, yielding 4 hits and 1 run (a dinger to Adrian Gonzalez) while striking out 5 batters.
As for Peavy, he got tagged for 4 runs in the first inning and left due to a "viral upper respiratory infection."
Just came back from The Playmaker's Sister's softball game. We won, 12-3. She was 2-3 with 3 RBIs. For the season, she is now 10-18 (a robust .555 batting average). On defense (playing 2B), she made a nice fielding play and threw out the batter at first base.
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