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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
3:37PM
Jesus fucking Christ, I've forgotten how to pitch.
Current mood:  pissed
Friday, September 1, 2006
3:09AM
It's safe to say that Hellingwe suck at basically everything.
I'm pitching against a guy named Anibal tomorrow, and I keep thinking it's Anabelle. Anabelle Sanchez.
If one more person mentions the 18-win benchmark and how I'm most def not reaching it this season, I will choke a bitch.
Final Thought because it's late and I cannot consciously make sense right now: If we play as badly tomorrow as we have on the road this past trip, we all need to be tarred and feathered. And fired.
Isn't it the offseason yet? I wanna go hide in Alaskaaaaa.
WITH MY NEW KITTEN.
Current mood: _____________
Saturday, August 12, 2006
1:03AM
Ok this is getting ridiculous.
Current mood: frustrated
Thursday, August 3, 2006
Well the Korova Coffee Bar (aptly named for "the cool place" in A Clockwork Orange, no doubt)in San Diego might not have Moloko Milk coming out of porcelain ladies' nipples, but it makes up for it by having outstanding cappucinos. Seriously.
Cappucinos in the morning, baseball in the afternoon, prowling the beach, more cappucinos, private balconies... God, I love offdays.
Y'know what I love even more though?
WINNING. You know, that alien thing that hasn't happened to me in like twelve years? Yeah, that.
Happy now, Mr. Peavy?
Current mood:  peeeeace
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
...did you know? (v 2.0)
There's only two months left to the season. Yeah. Weird.
We're still in the race but it's approaching those times where you can start making your October plans without interruption. Most of which will constitute watching the World Series and saying "damn, the season's already gone?". Watching from Missouri. Or not watching at all. I really don't know. Barring the profound who/what/why/how/when/where questions lately, I still feel like the arm's just now waking up. Body says it's like May, brain counters with September.
Conclusion: I am terribly out of synch with myself.
Unless I'm in Missouri, where nothing matters. Except everything.
...
And now, a series of random thoughts and observations, most of which are inconsequential:
1) We need Benji to come back so everyone will flock around him instead of me. Attention is not my friend.
2) It feels spectacular to say, "Hi, I'm Cappy, and this is my fiance."
3) We're not going to talk about me vs the Diamondbacks. At all.
4) There's actually a www.byrnesie.com dedicated to Eric Byrnes...?
5) Tomo's coming back Tuesday. YAY.
6) Villanueva, Myers, and Zumwait combined for a no-no on Saturday. Kudos...
7) The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
I didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
La la laaa la laaa...
8) Even though everyone already knows ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) coreyhart1 is the next longball king of all time (right?), he made me promise to recognize his mad skillz if and when he ever does manage to jack one. So here it is, Mr. Hart, your fifteen seconds of limelight.
Current mood:  ?
Thursday, July 6, 2006
BREAKING NEWS: I am totally going to Missouri for three days.
Current mood:  YAY
12:49AM
JSonline cited me as the new Taylor Hicks of American Idol "fame." Please god don't let it be so.
This whole All-Star thing is really cool and all, but really - shhh it's sooper sekrit - I could be doing other things with those short-lived days which in my book have been deemed more productive and/or enjoyable. It's every little kid's dream to be an All-Star, yeah, but... meh. Just, meh. Didn't my horrid performance last time out mean anything to these people?
Kidding, kidding. I do appreciate the... appreciation (?), and everyone everywhere is being awesome. All the extra attention is starting to freak me out though. Spent five hours wrangling redundant phone interviews the other day. Equals migraine.
In related news, the VOTE CAPPY shirts are starting to send a presidential vibe to my otherwise non-orbital brain.
Just what I needed, right? Another ego-rection. Sweeeeeet.
Current mood:  loved
Monday, June 26, 2006
10:02PM
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Current mood:  eek
Sunday, June 25, 2006
10:27PM
Hi everyone.
Wtf we got shutout by the Royals. I have no comment.
And dude, what the heck happened to Brad Lidge?
These are gonna keep getting less and less frequent and shorter and shorter until July, because frankly I can't fucking wait for the ASB to get here. Really.
Current mood:  pensive
Wednesday, June 7, 2006
So like a month or something has passed since The Last Broadcast (ooo good movie...) from Cappy World. I bet you all missed me so much it hurt. Don't lie.
Anyway I've... knocked down a few monstrous things staggering in my immediate mental path the past few hours/day/weeks/what have you. Barring the fact that I totally sucked (but still got a W of course) last time out, and I was late to the game today, and I'm not even going to the game tomorrow (shhh it's a sekrit), I feel rather goddamn good about everything right now.
Is it June already? ...man.
Anyway Corey should really fulfill that promise of daunting Princely Power he promised. And JJ needs to stop being hurt. And msmilwaukee made me smile by updating us all on her move-in to Kansas City, which I fully support because Missouri is AMAZING.
And I need to catch my plane and say adieu already, but I'm kind of bouncing off the walls so it's a little difficult at the moment.
Current mood: exclamation point
Friday, May 26, 2006
11:42PM
So yeah, I didn't even know until earlier that in every start this season I've given up 3 ER or less. Hm. Guess that means I'm awesome or something. (?)
I'm telling you, I really really don't keep track of these things. Journalists study stats waaaaayyyy too hard, in my humble opinion.
In other news, let's all give a big fucking salut to Mr. Fielder because he saved my our ass yet again tonight. How princely of him.
I'm tempted to ask if anyone knows a good place for sushi in Philadelphia, but I'd probably draw a blank if I did. So I'll settle on taking advantage of the hotel's free iControl and cheap coffee and watch B-movies all night instead.
In other words, I'M BORED SOMEONE HELP ME
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
10:53PM
I want to go to Alaska. No idea why, but it would be an awesome thing to do.
I didn't win. But the team did. So yay. JJ, stop hurting yourself or you're fired.
My main concern is, why don't I get to be a Master of American Comics character?
Current mood:  !
Friday, May 12, 2006
I'm not going to complain.
I refuse to, because after Hendrickson's outing -- even if I had to take the loss, I still looked pretty damn good in comparison. Ouch. Poor Captain Peroxide.
And besides, I had secure comfort back at the hotel. Assurance of forgetting about baseball, you know. And it damn well worked.
Anyway I finally tracked down msmilwaukee yesterday and gave her a huge gushy VIP hug. Hope that made you feel special, chica. :)
In other news, apparently they've started talking about tagging another few years onto Carlos's contract, which would undoubtedly rock the casbah in mammoth proportions. He wants to stay, and we definitely return the sentiment. Here's to hoping and all that jazz.
Ahhhhh, Milwaukee. How I've missed you. Never mind that it's almost five AM and I just got home. I still missed ya.
Current mood: loved
Saturday, May 6, 2006
8:41PM
Let's just say I hate everything and leave it at that, mkay?
10 H, 6 IP. What the hell happened?
Possibly separated shoulder. Not mine of course, but under the circumstances I might prefer a stint of my own on the DL.
Why doesn't someone run over my dog and burn down my house while you're at it?
Current mood:  sickened
Sunday, April 30, 2006
5:16PM
Yep, that's me. Owning Chicago. Again.
Arrogant bastardness aside, I kinda feel sorry for Zambrano. The dude tried, but failed miserably. Looked like his head was gonna explode out there. If my ego would permit it I would almost be tempted to give him an A+ for effort and holding it together as well as he did, all things considered.
But, y'know. My ego doesn't permit it.
Things I've learned today: (A) First career CG shutouts feel awesome.
(B) Gary Matthews is totally cool and looked at me like I'm an idiot when I faked that play at first.
(C) I dig Wrigley Field.
And (D) I want this plane to fly to Milwaukee really really really really really really fast.
Current mood: kingly
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
The Brewers' plea to find the fan who caught J.J. Hardy's home run Saturday - one of a record-tying five in the fourth inning - was answered with an early phone call Monday morning. Club vice president Tyler Barnes said the club was in the process of working out an exchange of souvenir items for the ball. Oddly enough, the ball hit by Damian Miller, which cleared the left-field wall but did not go in the stands, has yet to be recovered.
Huh.
It makes me happy to type "Caps" and "Monster" in that cheezy meme thing going around... whatever. Anyway, and get "you are inseparable" and "the envy of the world." Take that, people!
...
Yeah I'm bored how are you.
Current mood:  CAFFEINE
Friday, April 21, 2006
Excuse my being late, I was distracted. Ahem.
GOD that felt good. After suffering a brief period of wanting to kill Morgan Ensberg, this was the conclusion I ended on. Damn good. But is there any way I'll be able to get through at least one game without giving up a home run? Someday?
Ahahaha Willard looked like an idiot.
Think I'm supposed to be doing something right now, but am I? No.
Good vibes to doug_davis. Feel better, man.
scott_hatteberg approached me earlier and was nice to me. Needless to say, this was strange.
...People aren't nice to me. Should I be afraid?
Current mood: bouncy
Saturday, April 15, 2006
1-2's not terrible, but I'm not feeling that 20-game energy this season so much. Eh.
But consecutively retiring Reyes, Lo Duca, et al., felt nice. Woulda been just peachy if I could have kept it up. But hey, ERA's under 4 and it's still early. Meaning I still have time to screw that up before it's over.
Aaaand everybody already knows I'm a pimp with the stick, but I'll tell ya again. I believe I'm now batting a sexy .200 even(!). And even scored, compliments the late and great Mr. Hardy.
In other news, someone told me there was a hot picture of me on Y!Sports, which means I'll be avoiding that as carefully as possible for the next few days.
I sincerely hope Mr. Willard Taveras is willing to vacate his living quarters in a few days (read: yaaaaaayyyy).
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Current mood: sorrrre
Friday, March 24, 2006
10:56PM
Ah, the offseason.
Overwhelmed.
Overjoyed.
Oversexed.
And now it's just over. This means I can stop being a wicked antisocial mass of horrible-ness now. Because, as some have said, "omg" (?) I'm too spoiled for my own good.
... So anyway nine days. Yyyyay.
Post Script:
Why. The fuck. Does Getty have my picture labeled as Jeff Capuano? Would someone care to enlighten me as to why this is?
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Friday, March 3, 2006
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