Second Effort

I suppose the new name is worth explaining, but for those of you that don’t care, I have a quick anecdote to share from my lunch break today. After gulping down some leftovers and cottage cheese, I walked over to our front door to look outside. Nothing in particular was grabbing my attention until an elderly woman drove by in one of the few models of car that actual exceed mine in size. This old lady was innocently cruising by, picking her nose.

Normally this would be particularly worthy of note. But as she thought she was getting away with her little nasty secret, something drew her eyes toward me, and that’s when we shared a true moment. I had her caught red-handed, or green fingered, I guess, but she also caught me.

I was scratching my balls, hand all the way down the front of my pants.

It was awesome.

So anyway, like Say Anything, I can’t say I’m completely enthralled with the new name, but Second Effort signifies a couple things. First, this is my second go-round with the blogging world. Not that the first was entirely unsuccessful, but it did fade away and was never in any real danger of burning out. So in that respect, I feel I have been a big disappointment to Neil Young.

I also feel that Second Effort is a good tie-in with my chosen profession, or at least the profession with which I am stuck right now. Non-sports geeks may not understand, and while I would be happy to try and explain, it would just confuse you further.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I forgot to wash my hands after lunch.

Despite being pretty hectic with the changing of the sports seasons and disgust for a lot of the things that go on in my work place, I do still have time for the occasional e-mail exchange. This one was had today as fallout from the aforementioned “Pirates of the Karaoke” party from Saturday night. As background I just want to share that this friend is an English teacher at the local comm college and between the two of us, we have three degrees in the English language.

 No. 3: “Your brother seemed very cool, something I never expected to be able to  say for a youth pastor. But for a guy with a hang-up on Jesus and only half an asshole [He had colon surgery a few years ago], I think he’s pretty tolerable.”

Prof’s response: “Funny you should say that because he called me up from his crystal throne yesterday and said he thought you were a total douche and hoped you rotted in hell.”

I also want to share a rare comment about me made by my friend’s brother on Saturday, the first time we met:

“You remind me a of a skinny version of my friend from college. He stole my rent money and furniture while I was in the hospital.”

I was obviously flattered. Nobody has ever called me the skinny version of anything.

The cable is out. For you, I suppose this is a good thing. For me, Sunday is slipping down the shitter. I’m seriously considering working all day at this point, despite a slight headache from the “Pirates of the Karaoke” birthday party I attended last night. It’s true, don’t let the wife fool you, we know how to get crazy in the IF.

Anyway, the real reson I had to break my silence is very simple. While perusing the headlines on my usual diet of news and sports websites this morning, I came across a gem.

Yankees’ Wang will start season on DL

It occurs to me that some of you may not know that DL stands for Disabled List in baseball lingo. That’s right, the Yankees’ Wang is disabled. That, in itself, brings me out of hiding.

Also, Steve Alford got fired. That’s the best news of the year. Aside from the Yankees’ Wang.