Paul Bunyan and Babe were walking through the Village.
No, really...
It may sound like the punchline from some American folklore joke, but you can clearly see it happened. CP, pictured above as Babe the Sexy Blue Ox, and I, dressed up as Paul Bunyan, spent Halloween in Greenwich Village. Our original plan was to watch the Greenwich Village Halloween parade, but apparently that was also the plan of about 2,000,000 other people. Since we were a little late, we headed to a bar to enjoy some beverages and watch Game 3 of the World Series.
Yes, I know I had a Phillies hat on.
Yes, I know I was in New York City.
Yes, I know the Yankees won that game and the World Series.
Baseball and the soulless Yankees and their soulless fans aside, I had been growing my lumberjack beard for approximately 1 month. CP, being the resourceful young lady she is, decided that she would put the beard to good use since it really did nothing but scratch her. It obviously did not complete it's original purpose of helping the Fightin's win a second World Series in a row. Unfortunately, the Phillies were not World Phucking Champions for a second time. I did have a killer beard to look like Paul Bunyan though.
My beard and the Phillies aside, the Village was full of characters that night.
Joining me in the cavalcade of facial hair was Gabe as Magnum PI.
I have trouble telling these two apart...
He's the captain of our Movember team, helping to kick the crap out of prostate cancer!
And he's still single ladies!
Speaking of eligible bachelors, Dr. Pepper was on the loose as well.
Trust him, he's a doctor. No, really, he is a doctor, just not the kind that deals with patients.
Better hurry ladies, the doctor is in high demand.
Finally, for the dudes, what is always really on our minds was running around too.
Before the World Series started and Chase Utley pwned CC Sabathia on Wednesday night there were some other memorable moments for the Philadelphia Phillies in New York City. They were in New Yankee Stadium in May.
They also brought some excitement to Citi Field.
Instead of embarrassing the Mets again, Wednesday night the Phillies visit the Bronx to continue the defense of their 2008 World Series victory. Pics of Me in Front of Stuff visited Philadelphia to join in the celebration! In case you missed it, it was kind of a big deal.
Before the Phillies could reach the playoffs and defend their title as World Phucking Champions they had to recapture the NL East Division title. In 2007 and 2008 the Fightin' Phils battled the New York Metropolitans until the end of the season when the Phils did whatever it took to win and the Mets folded like an oragami master. In 2008, Pics of Me in Front of Stuff visited the dump known as Shea Stadium for the last series between the NL East rivals. Thank God they tore that place down. The Phillies lost the game but they took 2 out of 3 in the series. In case you have not heard the Phillies also went onto win the World Series. In hopes of recapturing the magic, the night before the above triple play, a rag-tag team of Phillies' fans and a token Mets' fan visited the newly opened Citi Field for an enchanted evening of baseball
....and a lot of beer.
Like many great adventures, this one started with free hot dogs. I doubt that pig would look so happy if he knew we were on our way inside to consume some of his friends that had been processed into tube form. In case you have not heard of it before, Rudy's, a bar generously described as a dive on 9th Ave near 44th Street, serves free hot dogs to go along with their cheap beer. The 6 of us, the 5 gentlemen pictured and CP behind the camera, started off the hot, humid summer day with some cold, cheap beer and some lukewarm hot dogs. Fortunately, as a former employee at a hot dog factory, I know it is as safe to eat hot dogs uncooked as it is to eat them cooked. Hot dogs are heated in the factory and are essentially ring bologna with a little less sugar. In addition alcohol helps kill bacteria and given the amount of beer that was consumed it is unlikely any bacteria could possibly have survived in our stomachs. Beer was essentially our Purel. Rudy's home brews, Rudy's Red and Rudy's Blond, could be marketed as antibacterial elixirs... Aside from the beer and hot dogs, there is also a hilarious story involving the Mets fan, the bearded young man in the picture above, and his personal space being invaded by a drunken middle-aged British woman. She was willing to surrender to him ala Cornwallis at Yorktown or maybe Corn-holis at Porntown. Despite her willingness, the Mets fan was less than interested and the awkwardness pervaded and it included a British accent.
High-larious!
Following our successful outing at Rudy's, the 6 of us hopped on the 7 train to Queens. Little did we know we would accompany the wife of Mets right-fielder Jeff Francouer to the game.
Aren't they a cute couple?
Through an excellent observation, CP noticed Mrs. Francoeur had a fancy ID badge attached to her purse. Via some minor camera manipulation, she was able to photograph said badge for closer examination. Caitlin Francoeur was riding the 7 train with what appeared to be her in-laws. The elder Mrs. Francouer even laughed at one of my jokes. Me: I had a friend in high school who once wore a t-shirt that said 'In case of rapture you can have this t-shirt.' Jeff Francoeur's Mom: Ha Ha Ha
Taken completely out of context you may assume I went to high school full of Christian fundamentalists. Maybe I did. You may also have noticed that was not really my joke or really a joke at all, but it still happened.
We eventually arrived at Citi Field in Queens to meet the Mets and watch the Phillies beat the Mets. The Metropolitans new home is certainly an upgrade over Shea Stadium which I am certain I have described as a dump more than once. Twice actually. Since the naming rights were partially paid for by TARP, it better be a nice stadium. Our tax dollars got sunk into the damn thing, ours and Bernie Madoff's money. I am glad my taxes only went into the stadium and not into improving the baseball team. There are two obvious reasons. The first is the fact that they are the Mets. Seriously, aside from buying tickets, food, and beer at a game in which the Phillies are visiting I want no part in helping to finance that organization. The second is that even if I did not hate the Mets, the Mets were awful this season. They were not quite Washington Nationals bad or Texas State Armadillos bad, but not far behind them in awfulness level. The Mets did not have early 1990s Kath Ireland going for them either.
While early 1990s Kathy is quite a hottie, I still would not give up this guy to get her.
We did actually watch a baseball game in Citi Field. J.A. Happ, 2009 NL Rookie of the Year, pitched 7 innings and gave up 1 run. Chase Utley however countered with a 2-run home run into the right field seats in Citi Field. If my facebook friends were paying attention they would know I christened that location Chase's Place due to Utley's propensity for hitting home runs there this season. My Bartner called the right field seats in Yankee Stadium Chase's Place after he took CC Sabathia there twice in Game 1 of the World Series. Too soon? Either way Pedro Feliz and Chooch each added an RBI to get the final score and Brad Lidge even nailed down the save. Despite the 11 blown saves everyone mentions, Lidge did manage to wrap up 31 save situations and this just happened to be one.
The obnoxious and victorious Phillies fan in me left Citi Field singing High Hopes.
We miss you, Harry.
After all the singing and the yelling, thanks to the Phillies win and a whole lot of beer everybody had a good time at the game. Even the Mets fan.
If you stay tuned, you may hear about singing and dancing part of the evening. Also, maybe another story from Hawaii.
I know you probably look at that photo on my profile or some of the photos of me filling up this blog and you must think, how does one man stay so sexy everywhere he goes?
Do you know how hard it is too look dead-sexy all the time?! Clearly, for #306, it ain't easy.
That is one drenched, grumpy looking Kyle with CP. Some may say I always look grumpy. Unfortunately for them, I am the one with the blog and I get to post stupid pictures of them.
Who's grumpy now, biatch?
Clearly, it's still me. I may also be a little bit of jerk. Maybe it is more than a little bit. Then again, I have a feeling CP took this blurry picture and provided me with fodder to start what will hopefully escalate into something hilarious. I am keeping my fingers crossed for a running joke.
Something better than my usual stuff regarding Paul Giamatti.
It's not easy for Paul to look dead-sexy all the time...or ever. ZING!
Anyway, I did get drenched and sweaty for a reason and that was the Rock n Run 5K in Clark, NJ as part of the Union County Music Festival. The 5K was to support the Love Hope Strength Foundation which raises funds to purchase medical equipment and supplies, raise awareness through special events, documentaries and media, build cancer centers and find bone marrow donors. Definitely a noble cause which always needs more attention. I even registered to donate bone marrow via the Be the Match Foundation. I watched Seven Pounds earlier that week as well. There was no way I couldn't register after all that. You should register, too.
Regardless of my willingness to donate essential tissue, it was still a rainy Saturday morning which has been a common event this past summer. I dragged CP out of bed and forced her to navigate me to Oak Ridge Park.
Thank goodness CP is a good sport because we got there an hour earlier than needed. I swear the brochure said the race started at 8. CP really has to be to let me drag her to all of these random places and take pictures of me. Once the hour had passed the runners took their place at the starting line and the race was underway.
About 27 minutes later, I finished.
There is not much to say about the intervening time. Oak Ridge Park used to be a golf course. We zigged and zagged along what used to be the cart path. I ran the first 2 miles in a little over 16 minutes which is pretty fast for me. My final time was about 25s off my personal best also known as fast enough to pwn Paul Giamatti.
Hello! You probably know me, but imaybe not. I don't take sports as seriously as I ued to. I have goals and if I remember to write about them you'll see when I accomplish them.
