Brotha's Gotta Eat

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Rocket Science

This just in. Experts predict man who starts every fifth game probably can't save season. Roger Clemens, aka "The Rocket," is scheduled to make his first Major League appearance in over eight months on Saturday against the lowly Pirates. "I am going to go out on a limb and say that this player who will perform in approximately 20 games for the rest of the year will, at the absolute most, have a positive impact on roughly 20 games," said ESPNs Rob Neyer recently. We appreciate the thoughtful insight Rob, but after weeks of never-ending banter about Clemens on TV and radio, we expect a little more. The Yankees are below .500 and 10.5 games behind the Red Sox at the moment. It does not take a genius to see that a 44 year old man who will pitch no more than 100 of the team's remaining 936 innings will have very little impact on the outcome of their awful season. Pitching in the AL east is a far-cry from tossing batting practice to your son down on the ranch. I can't wait to see the headlines in the Times when the D-Rays move ahead of the Yankees in the standings. I can hear Bon Jovi's "Living On A Prayer" blasting from the wedding across the street at the moment. This seems very fitting to the Yanks' current situation.

I met someone last night who is related to a rocket scientist. When asked what said relative actually does, she responded: "I don't know, I think he tests new rockets by shooting them off in the middle of nowhere and seeing what happens. Wouldn't that be awesome?" Yes, it certainly would, but I think it may be a bit more scientific than that.

The Fourth of July is right around the corner and you know what that means... Bottle Rockets! Big brown grocery-sacks filled with bottle rockets and other explosive goodness. I'm not sure what the law regarding the sale of fireworks is here in NY, but just to be safe, please send fireworks. If you do not have our address, contact myself or Al immediately and we can get this pyrotechnic plan in motion.

In other non-rocket related news, Al and I are alive and well in the Big Bad City. I apologize for not updating in awhile. There just hasn't been much to write about lately. We have moved into our apartment and life is good. I am starting work tomorrow and Al is still in search of work. Life feels relatively normal here now and there has been little excitement worth noting. I could update everyone daily about the odd differences between life in the 'hood and life where you are, but I won't. I have a feeling this blog will soon turn into a space to rant about odd things that flow through my mind frequently. Feign interest.

Apartment pictures taken with Al's phone: