674 Red Sox tix and signings a dream and process poetry writing 12 14 14
This past week was the baseball GM meetings where all the GMs, agents and some players gather for a week and they negotiate trades and sign players. This year my Boston Red Sox lost out on a huge prize and then got a pretty good one.
Jon Lester signed with the Chicago Cubs for 6 years, 155 million dollars with a 7th year option bringing the total package to 170 M. My Red Sox offered him 6 years 135 M. I have mix feelings about this. I blame my Red Sox for not offering more. I blame Lester for going for money over a better chance for a championship. But in the end, he’s in Chicago and we have to move on.
To fill the void,
Trade Yoenis Cespedes for Rick Porcello
Sign Justin Masterson
Trade De La Rosa and Webster for Wade Miley
Let’s see if we do anything else… I’m hopeful.
I GOT MY RED SOX OPENING DAY TICKETS!
I started attending opening day at Fenway Park in 1992 and I have been going every year…minus about 3 years.
They have been doing this Christmas at Fenway Park thing… for 11? Years now. I went to a few of them, you have to put your name in a drawing and something like 5000 people get to attend. With this, you get to buy tickets in person. You get to meet-greet some players and they have a few panel discussions with the GM-coach etc. They also have things for kids too. It’s pretty neat.
However, I just want my tickets and the problem with going, you have to stand in line to get the tickets and you don’t know before hand, where you are going to be in the lottery. So you may not get the chance to get tickets till noon time and with the tickets on sale to on line as well, you may not (probably not) get the tickets you want. I rather sit home, and have a much better chance of getting tickets and the ones I want.
Along with this Christmas at Fenway they started all those years ago, they also put the tickets in packages… Each pack has 4 games and usually they include either opening day, a Yankee game or a team from the other league, since the Red Sox only play them a few times every like 12 years. (I could explain but no point lol)
At 10 AM on Saturday, I had my computer set up in the kitchen, my mom had her Ipad and Iphone logged in and the night before, I made sure my credit card info was updated and I knew my password so I didn’t have to have Redsox.com send it to me and have the order page time out…
10AM came, I had told my mom I wanted 4 bleacher seats for the opening day package. All of our devices were in the virtual waiting room and at 10:05, my mom got through and by 10:07… I’M GOING TO OPENING DAY! HAPPY CHANUKAH TO ME!
*** Poem
People always tell me I need to publish my poetry, that my poetry is really good... and in my head I think of these scenes in one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time...Good Will Hunting...
(don’t take the movie quotes personally, I appreciate every note I get on my poems. I love people pushing me to publish and I will someday )
Chuckie: You got somethin' none of us have...
Will: Oh, come on! What? Why is it always this? I mean, I fuckin' owe it to myself to do this or that. What if I don't want to?
Chuckie: No. No, no no no. Fuck you, you don't owe it to yourself man, you owe it to me. Cuz tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50, and I'll still be doin' this shit. And that's all right. That's fine. I mean, you're sittin' on a winnin' lottery ticket. And you're too much of a pussy to cash it in, and that's bullshit. 'Cause I'd do fuckin' anything to have what you got. So would any of these fuckin' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in 20 years. Hangin' around here is a fuckin' waste of your time.
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SKYLAR: Well, have you studied organic chemistry?
WILL: A little bit.
SKYLAR: Oh, just for fun.
WILL Yeah, for kicks.
SKYLAR: Yeah, it's SO much fun studying organic chemistry. Are you mad? Have you completely lost your mind? Nobody studies it for fun. It's not a ne--necessity, especially for someone like you.
WILL: Someone like me?
SKYLAR: Yeah. Someone who divides their time for the evening between batting cages and bars. I would hardly say it was a necessity. You know there are very smart people here at Harvard, and even they have to study because this is really hard. And yet, you do it so easily I don't understand, I-I-I don't understand how your mind works.
WILL: Do you play the piano?
SKYLAR: I wanna talk about this.
WILL: No, I'm tryin' to explain it to you. Do you play the piano?
SKYLAR: Yeah, a bit.
WILL: All right so when you--when you look at a piano you see Mozart.
SKYLAR:I see Chopsticks.
WILL: All right, well, Beethoven, okay, he looked at a piano and it just made sense to him. He could just play.
SKYLAR: So, what're you saying? You play the piano?
WILL: No. Not a lick. I mean, I look at a piano, I see a bunch'a keys, three pedals, and a box of wood. but Beethoven, Mozart, they saw it, they could just play. I couldn't paint you a picture, I probably can't hit the ball out of Fenway, and I can't play the piano.
SKYLAR: But you can do my O Chem paper in under an hour.
WILL:Right. Well, I mean, when it came to stuff like that, I could always just play. That's the best I can explain it.
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One more…here’s the one I was looking for, although it’s a bit harsher than I thought
WILL Look. Maybe I don't want to spend the rest of my fuckin' life sittin' around explaining shit to people.
LAMBEAU: I think you could show me some appreciation.
WILL: A little appreciation? Do you know how easy this is for me? Do you have any fuckin' idea how easy this is? This is a fuckin' joke. And I'm sorry you can't do this. I really am because I wouldn't have to fuckin' sit here and watch you fumble around and fuck it up.
LAMBEAU: Then you'd have more time to sit around and get drunk instead, wouldn't you?
WILL: You're right. This is probably a total waste of my time.
LAMBEAU: You're right, Will. I can't do this proof. But you can, and when it comes to that it's only about..it's just a handful of people in the world who can tell the difference between you and me. But I'm one of them.
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What I wrote to a friend of mine… it sorta, in a fun way, brings you into the process of how I write. It also explains why I thought of those movie scenes.
Ya, I got this skill, ya know, it took me about 5 to 7 minutes to write that poem from start to finish and you know what? I didn't put a single thought into it, ya, I don't actually think when I write my poetry man, ya. I just sit and like, you know, put my fingers on the keys, and my fingers take over, like, they have a mind of their own. Most of the time, I don't even know what they're going to write. Sometimes I read over my poem when I'm done and I think...did I just write that? Ya, I do that. But you know, as I'm ah, as my fingers are typing, I visualize it in my mind. It's like a movie playing and I got front row seat, in fact, I'm the only one in the theater and it's pretty cool. But um, you know, I watch this movie and my fingers just type what my mind is seeing and when the movie is finish, so isn't the poem. Ya, it’s really easy and I don't get why it's so difficult to do. I don't understand why people can’t do it. Why can no one else write poetry? I don't get it. So if people want to call what I do talent, that's fine. If someone wants to say I got mad skills, well, that's fine. To me, it's just a few mindless minutes out of my day. Just like, just like how I wrote this monolog.
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A dream about Karen I had Friday night…
Just woke after 10 minutes of sleeping. Had a dream with Karen in it. It was a fun-silly dream. She is so beautiful. Karen was wearing blue jeans and a red tank top with some white thin horizontal lines randomly placed but not many. And her smile that just melts me
We were in a bedroom. When you walk in, the door opens to the left and the room is therefore, set off to the right. Next to the door, to the right of the door, was a dresser, a pretty tall one and it was made of cherry oak. About 3.5 feet in front of the dresser was the footboard of a queen size bed. The “footboard” was made of brass and was just a half circle with 5 poles (7 if you count the half circle). The walls were white and the rug was hmm like a dark orangy-red.
Karen and I were kneeling on the bed, facing each other. I was facing the footboard (which is why I could “see” the dresser and door) so naturally, she’s facing the headboard. We were about hmm 3 feet away from each other. I just remember we were talking and laughing, being silly, having fun.
She tried to dive-tackle me but she was off, and dove slightly to my right and I saw she was going to fall off the bed so I put my arm out to try to catch her-break her fall a bit. My arm stretched, as only you can do in dreams and movies, and her upper body, specifically, her breast were pressing against my forearm, and my hand was on the opposite side of her ribs. Her weight had carried me over a bit but I was able to hold myself up but if I didn’t pull her up soon, we’d both go tumbling down… she was giggling all the while, and I could see her right arm had stretched and her hand was supporting her. I tried to lift her-pull her towards me and…I woke up. .
And I woke with a smile.
She’s so beautiful. I love her laugh and her silliness and how carefree she is with me.
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