Saturday, July 14, 2007

Happy Bastille Day-best & worst of times part 3

happy bastille day!
i'm going to put my head in a guillotine now after watching another giants loss to the dodgers!

oh yeah, i attended all the all-star festivities in san francisco and spent a few too many hours intoxicated. the good and bad of that is because of my diabetes medication i can now get drunk after 2-3 drinks instead of 15-20...

fanfest was cool... i'll post a picture soon of me on a wheaties box or on the front page of the chronicle... got some autographs-hall of famer rollie fingers and three giants who helped teach me baseball-robbie thompson, darrell evans, and hac-man jeffrey leonard...

but if you want the real story of what happened and how the 138 family has been torn asunder, you need to read my brother's blog (a story so crazy lance started his own blog)...
www.randomlanciness.blogspot.com

and the other story he refers to at the end is a doozy as well, with possibly more repercussions to follow...
so leave here and visit my brother... you should, at least he can say he owns a house...

Thursday, July 05, 2007

best & worst of times part 2

too good to be true

why can't people have common courtesy? especially friends... and worst of all, family

last weekend started out wonderful... attended the birthday bash of the year.... saw many old friends... revisited the 80s... went to AT&T park for every game of the 9 game homestand that started with the yankees... and sunday night comes to a crashing halt... literally when our softball centerfielder and friend Ramil runs head first into a chain fence about to catch a home run ball that would have saved the game... he's fine with 25 stitches over his eye... since that moment... life in many other aspects has gone to hell for me and the people around me... i'm upset and can't do anything about it... i need to let go of so many things... holidays are so fricking depressing (sorry S, i know you love the 4th)... i swear i feel this need to destroy the world around me... and this is supposed to be my vacation...