Saturday, February 28, 2009

Easy as 1, 2, 3...

That went surprisingly well

1 for 2 with a 2B

2 assists from SS (only one bitch hop that I wore)

3 IP, 0 ER, 1 H, 1 BB, 3 K

...and one hanging arm

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Freshman team...hung in there, but we're a zoo behind the plate. We need a catcher...badly. We have plenty of arms, and our front line defense is solid. The only real area for concern is behind the plate. Thank God half of our games are at Balboa. I'm looking forward to getting this thing going, though. I'm feeling it now...it's time.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Song of the Day - "Simple Man"

In light of the beginning of this season of spiritual emphasis and a return to basics along with the new life brought into the world today, this is the song of the day. Jophes Joseph Michael Kruska weighed 8 lbs. 3 oz. and measuring in at 20 1/2 in. Mom and baby (and dad and big sister...despite her getting the consonant sounds backward in his first name...are too) are doing great. Congrats Katy and CJ! Uncle Matt and "uncles" Jordt and Dale will be coaching him up in no time.

More info on the fam will undoubtedly be found here once Katy is home this weekend.

Oh, and if you can't figure out from this info why this is the song of the day, keep listening to it until it makes sense.



Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.

Take your time... don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich mans gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

More Jophes:

Pick Out the Catholics!

Easiest day of the year to do it!


Also: This year's Lenten sacrifice...alcohol. Please stop laughing. I'm serious.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Verdict

1. East Ventura, roommate: Annette
2. Newbury Park, roommate: Brandon

Eliminated
4. Simi Valley, roommate: Janelle
5. Oxnard Shores, roommate: Terri
6. Newbury Park, roommates: Diane, Miko

Wildcard:
- Port Hueneme, roommate: Tim

After all that, it's right back to the place I saw last Friday before I hit the F Word. Should that fall apart for some reason, Brandon in Newbury Park is my contingency plan, so I'm not telling him no yet. Tim in Port Hueneme was solid, but it felt like a college apartment to me, and the room was entirely too small for all my crap.

Plus, none of them have Spuds. So there it is.

$12,210.78

Is what this guy owes my insurance/me for the car repairs and depreciation thanks to his little drunken escapade a couple weeks ago. Wear it, meat. I'm looking forward to taking your money.

New Place Power Rankings

1. East Ventura, roommate: Annette
2. Newbury Park, roommate: Brandon

Eliminated
4. Simi Valley, roommate: Janelle
5. Oxnard Shores, roommate: Terri
6. Newbury Park, roommates: Diane, Miko

Wildcard:
- Port Hueneme, roommate: Tim

As it stands, the place I went and saw last Friday before the F word journey is the leader. It's the best combination of the pertinent factors: roommate, setup, location. I am a big Annette fan, and her dog is NOT Venus. He's mellow...and looks like Spuds MacKenzie. (More Spuds here, here and here.)

Brandon is a pretty mellow guy with a nice place that is right around the corner from work. The problem? It's right around the corner from work. There is NOTHING to do in this area. There's Borderline, and that's about it. I would have to decide if I'm willing to trek elsewhere to do stuff. Right now, the answer is no.

Omid is probably the best match of a roommate, as he is a drummer. (I think those of you who know me, know how this one works.) However, he is renting out another room to someone with whom I would be sharing a bathroom, which is not the case in the other two places. Additionally, the location has the same issue as Brandon's, but it's a possibility.

The next three in the rankings have been eliminated for various reasons but primarily bad parking situations (Janelle's) to dynamics that I just don't see myself fitting into (Terri's and Diane's). The parking thing is self explanatory, and the gist of the other two is that I would be the loud/obnoxious roommate. I'm not trying to throw ragers in the middle of the week or anything, but I would feel awkward sneezing. No bueno.

The wildcard round includes two places I have yet to see. The one in Port Hueneme is right on the freaking ocean, and I'd be living with a CSUCI student. He seems cool at the first glance, but I'll see when I meet him tonight. The other place is with two people, which I'm guessing, means I would be sharing a bathroom. I need to check with her, but if that's the case, there is probably no shot I even go out there to see it.

Anyway, there it is. I'll probably have a decision by tonight. It pretty much hinges on the requirements for this place in Pt. Hueneme. If it's a good fit, and I can move in April 1, it could be a done deal. Then comes the actual moving...which is the part that sucks.

ADDENDUM: Update from midday. Decided that I am eliminating shared bathroom options. Shared bath in Ventura place.

- Ventura, roommates: Lisa, Josh
3. Camarillo, roommates: Omid, Alfredo

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Weekend in the F Word, etc.

Just got back from Fresno, and it was riveting as always. Come on...it's Fresno. Let's not expect too much. It was good to see Johnson, though, and her softball team is capable of being pretty good. The swung the bats well the two games I saw, and they ran out a couple pretty solid pitchers. Whether or not they develop into an elite team remains to be seen, and it's still unknown how much depth they have. Nonetheless, the Bullard Knights are a promising bunch.

Sidebar: The shortstop is my favorite player. She straight up picks it, has unreal hands and has probably the best feet of any high school infielder I've watched recently--male or female.

So then, it was a weekend of kicking back and not doing much other than drinking, playing guitars and singing lead for the the rock band video game endeavors. I did realize, though, that I do not miss college. The dumpy apartments with the ridiculous people all around...ugh. No thanks.

Speaking of dumpy apartments...I'm getting out of this one. I had previously avoided breaking this news on any platform that could possibly be traced by my roommate (who doesn't know yet), but I stopped caring. I'm going to finish out the 30 days and do this right, but the reality is that I need to get out of here. I'm sure what she's charging me is fair compared to what she's paying...it all makes sense based upon what I've seen similar places going for around here, but paying this much to live in this place is just asinine. This is a college-esque apartment. Plain and simple. I'm past that.

(This is not to mention that life has been a freaking comedy of errors since I moved to this place...that's a whole different topic that has been beaten to death in this blog and will continued to be beaten further into the ground for the next month.)

I'm out. I'm done. I've been carpet bombing craigslist in secret the last week, but the story is out now. Prospect-wise, my best hope looks like east Ventura with a girl who relocated from Texas.

However, on the docket for tomorrow after work are a house in Newbury Park, an apartment in Oxnard Shores (aptly named, as it's walking distance from the beach), a house in Camarillo and a townhouse in Simi Valley. Someone there is going to have to come up huge to de-seat Annette in Ventura, though. It's a nice place in a nice neighborhood that i would be sharing with a nice person. All of the aforementioned are orders of magnitude cheaper than this with (hopefully) a nicer end product. West valley...it's been real, but I'm moving on.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Lunch with Pops

He wants to buy me lunch at Qdoba. Free food wins over the protest. It's over. In week five. (I'm kind of impressed I made it this long.)

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Song of the Day - "You're Gonna Go Far Kid"

Great song and a video loaded with symbolism from Dexter and the boys. Appreciate when you've been given a gift, and don't lose perspective. Love it! (And yes, I did make this family/client-friendly.)



Show me how to lie
You're getting better all the time
And turning all against one
Is an art that's hard to teach

Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet

Now dance, [s]ucker, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit em' right between the eyes
Hit em' right between the eyes

When you walk away,
Nothing more to say.
See the lightning in your eyes
See em' running for their lives

Slowly out of line
And drifting closer in your sights
So play it all, I’m wide awake
It’s a scene about me

There’s something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay
And if you can’t get what you want
Well, it’s all because of me

Now dance, [s]ucker, dance
Man he never ever had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid

Trust deceived!

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit em' right between the eyes
Hit em' right between the eyes

When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See them running for their lives

Now dance, [s]ucker, dance
He never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

So dance, [s]ucker, dance
I never had a chance
It was really only you

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit em' right between the eyes
Hit em' right between the eyes

When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See them running for their lives

Clever alibis
Lord of the flies
Hit em' right between the eyes
Hit em' right between the eyes

When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See em' running for their lives

Monday, February 16, 2009

Week Five

I staved off a momentary incident of weakness toward the end of week four, and now I enter week five of the protest. I still really want a chicken burrito, but I'm still really stubborn. It's lunch time...not sure where to go...hmm...

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I'm Just Not That Into the Movie

As you can probably tell from this title, I saw the movie "He's Just Not That Into You" this weekend. I'd read the book, which, interestingly enough has the title, "He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys." That's right. It's essentially a self-help book.

Written in a humorous but brutally honest tone, it is pretty much spot on accurate. If he doesn't call you, if he doesn't want to sleep with you, if he is with someone else, etc., etc. he is not into you. All true. The mantra of the book is that you are exceptional, but you are NOT THE EXCEPTION.

Then there is this movie, which is an absolute abortion.

The filmmakers stacked the cast, but there is a reason that the "No-Excuses Truth" part was left out of the title. Plainly put, this movie lies--completely at the expense of the very premise of the book. It is a complete and utter fabrication of reality that chronicles a handful of situations/individuals that were in the book, but deviates completely from realistic outcomes.

Essentially, this movie makes every female in it the exception, just so there is a happy ending and it makes money. People are stupid and can't handle the truth. Hollywood knows this and preys on them accordingly.

What's sad is that this is actually quite a useful book, and the one character who was a voice of reason for most of it (implicitly taking on the role of Greg, the author), ends up being the living counterexample. While I don't doubt this does happen on rare occasions, this is the EXCEPTION. Therefore, the movie is a direct contradiction to the book.

Furthermore, people will see it thinking that they now know what the book has to say, and never read the book. Thus, all the myths of dating that the book looks to dispel are simply perpetuated.

A few funny lines, a few funny moments and an absolutely stacked cast, but this movie was an outright failure. It's a feel-good chick flick that simply shares part of a title with a best-seller. Nothing of substance comes from this movie. And by the way, the Handy Market is in Burbank, CA...not Baltimore.

It Makes (More) Sense Now...

Update: He didn't call the cops. They were following him and he got popped for a DUI. I now have visions of him trying to elude them in his drunken stupor and drilling my car in the process. I hate this person, and since I get to fill out all kinds of paperwork before his arraignment on the 3rd of March, he is going to pay me a lot of money. A LOT of money.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Get my Car Back on the 18th...

...of MARCH. I don't know what in God's name this zero did when he hit my car, but I've gone for being bitter about this to being in a blind rage. I'm without my car because I parked on the street, and this absolute waste of space can't figure out that if there's a car parked against the curb, it's not going to move. You have to avoid it. I've tried to stay level headed through this whole thing...I really have.

But there comes a point when the boundless stupidity of people is unacceptable because it encroaches upon the rest of us. If I saw this guy right now, there is a decent possibility I would punch him in his retarded face. At some point, when I cool off from the shock that this piece of garbage did $8438.49 in damage TO A PARKED CAR, I'll take this post down. Until then, it stays.

ADDENDUM: I lied. I'm not taking this down. Ever.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Acoustic Show

6:30 at Hirsh's...this one's interactive


Amazingly enough, tickets may still be available!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Things I Could Have Done Without This Morning


Yes, folks..that's the Amazin'. Yes, that metal from my side panel is sticking into the tire, which means, yes, the wheel was shoved forward into it. She is on the DL and will be for a while. Clearly, this will be the last time I park on Topanga Canyon...ever...ever...EVER ever ever ever. In fairness to the individual who hit me, he alerted the authorities who left the appropriate note on my car, so I could file an insurance claim and handle this. But come on. Are you serious? How do you hit a parked car? It's not like someone used telekinesis and moved it. Ugh...

Monday, February 9, 2009

Five Tools (DL Style)

Baseball season is close...kind of. Pitchers and catchers report soon, though, to the numerous spring training facilities across the Grapefruit and Cactus Leagues, so what better time to talk prospect evaluation? Ah, spring is here...love it...

Prospects are evaluated on a five tool system with a 20-80 scale. For the couple of you who read this who do not know the five tools, they are:

  • hitting for average
  • hitting for power
  • foot speed
  • glove
  • arm strength.

As for the 20-80 scale a guy who has a crappy arm (Juan Pierre) is nearer 20, and a guy who has a hose (Vladimir Guerrero) is up toward the 80 range. There are also the intangibles (coachability, leadership, etc.) which all play into organizational decisions along the way.

These aren't the kinds of prospects I'm talking about, though.

This is about the five tools I look for in females. With equivalents drawn, they look something like this:
  • hitting for average = face
  • hitting for power = body
  • foot speed = sense of humor
  • glove = intelligence
  • arm strength = general personality
Face and body and self-explanatory physical traits. Sense of humor is essentially whether she takes herself too seriously or she can relax and laugh at herself. Also she will be a gigantic failure in this category if she can't handle getting ragged a little. Don't get butt hurt. Just get even, and be savvy about it. I will.

Intelligence is also fairly self-explanatory, but I do believe in the concept of multiple intelligences and therefore, hers have to measure up at least somewhat favorably with mine. (If they don't, it doesn't necessarily mean she's stupid. It could just mean we're incompatible. Or...it could be that she's stupid...anywayyyyyyy....) General personality is the kind of catch-all last category.

First of all, the physical traits: face and body. Much like in baseball scouting, the first impression someone gets is the physical appearance test. Right, wrong or indifferent, this is the truth. With a female prospect, there has to be a baseline level of attractiveness, or the evaluation goes no further. Different guys see different things, but there has to be something in that first look. I'm big on face...gotta be a .300 hitter, which, in fairness, is not THAT difficult. Please note, that foot speed can help the average. If she has a sense of humor, she probably smiles a lot, which adds points.

Body-wise, I don't need a great deal, but I do need to see some power potential. I don't mean she has to show me 30+ bombs kind of power potential, but I have to know she can gap some doubles for me. Again, I do not feel this is unreasonable at all.

Now that we've taken care of the baseline analysis, it's time to start evaluating the differentiators.

The first is foot speed. Part of the sense of humor requirement I have is a quick wit. I need someone who is able to be a smartass to me. Plain and simple. I'm not brutal, cutting and evil with my ragging, but I'm the kind of person who will call others out on dumb things they do and expect them to do the same to me. I don't want or need to be coddled at all times. I will never (again) be involved with a girl who does.

Next is the glove. I liken intelligence to defense, because like my glove in my playing days, intelligence is probably my best tool and is certainly the one I lean on the most. Thus, it's easily paramount in my mind, but it's not always as readily obvious as the others. It does tie closely to foot speed, as part of it is being quick enough to cover ground (or witty enough fire back at me with a counterpoint). This is absolutely crucial. Once I'm to the point of looking critically at this, I have to see it quickly, or it's game over.

Rounding out the tools evaluation is arm strength, or catch-all category I called general personality. Obviously, this is another one that ties closely to defense. The kinds of characteristics I look for here are, primarily, the interpersonal skills. She doesn't have to be out running for office and chatting up anyone and everyone, but there has to be some extroversion. Additionally (and this should really go without saying), she has to care about herself and about others, while balancing the two. This category is really important, since it's about authenticity. I really don't believe this can be faked...at least not for an extended period of time.

There you have the tools evaluation with each of these on the 20-80 scale. (Why the scale is 20-80, I don't know, but it is.) Just when you thought the evaluation process was over, there are the more qualitative intangibles to consider. Basically, these are the little extra traits that separate great prospects from future franchise players.

For me, a big one is drive. This is the competitive nature that pushes people to be the best. I don't necessarily care what she's the best at, but there has to be some passion and some fire.

Another is adaptability. A lot of brilliant people plan down to the most minute details, but reality has demonstrated time and time again, that best made plans don't always go off without a hitch, and we all need to have the ability to call the audible and get through it.

Finally, (as with any scouting process in any sport/context) there is gut feeling, which starts at the first impression and builds as I go through this eval process. My own quick and dirty litmus test is whether or not I want to envision any kind of a future.

So there it is. The evaluation process. Right, wrong or indifferent, this is how I make determinations. Feedback welcome.

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday, Vlad! Wish I could say, management has a present for you in the form of some protection in our lineup, but you're pretty much going to have to handle things yourself. Tough break, buddy.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

I'm in the Right Place...

10 Jobs for Boisterous People

Your whole life, you've been told you are a "people person." You smile at everyone and can talk to anyone, and social gatherings are your favorite pastime.

Indeed, you are no stranger to group interaction; in fact, you thrive on it. Your worst nightmare is sitting in a cubicle, talking to no one but yourself all day long, in a job that utilizes only your typing skills. So why let your fantastic people skills go to waste in a job where you can't be yourself or make use of your strengths?

So which jobs are best-suited for social butterflies? Here are 10 jobs that will accommodate your personality:*

1. Public relations specialist (more)


That's right, kiddies...I'm in the #1 field for boisterous people. Word.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Panda Express Fortune

"A much needed vacation will bring a great deal of enjoyment."

Proooooooooooooooooove iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

(However, when fast food Chinese restaurants you frequent for a quick bite to take back to the office and scarf down at your desk are telling you to take a vacation, it might be time to think about it.)

Friday Zen Moment

Earl Weaver. MAN.





Is it baseball season yet?

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Speaking of Etiquette..

Great article from MSNBC on Facebook etiquette. I feel as though this will be expounded upon in subsequent postings, but for now, enjoy it.

Dumped by Facebook? 10 etiquette rules

It’s time for social media to start following the rules of common courtesy

Facebook, like nuclear technology, is a tool that can be used for good as well as evil. And there are clearly some people who lack the ability (or desire) to use either responsibly. (more)

This is NOT...

...the appropriate place to be holding a conversation.
Am I missing something? Barking into a cell phone to your buddy when trying to figure out "so what's going on tonight, bro?"

I dunno dude...can I call you back when I do not have my hand on my penis while standing entirely too close to another man? (Cramped men's room is another issue with this building.) Seriously, though, gents...isn't there an unspoken urinal etiquette?

Don't stand at the urinal right next to another guy if there is another free one available. Sometimes that close of proximity is necessary, but if it's not, don't do it. Also, don't start a conversation with the guy at an adjacent urinal. Handle your business and get out. If you're feeling chatty, pull up at an adjacent sink while y'all are washing up and converse there. Other than that, a head nod or quick hi in passing is all the correspondence that is necessary in the restroom.

Please...for the betterment of everyone's excretory experience, do not be that guy.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Song of the Day - "The Pretender"

Absolute Greatness from the Foo Fighters. As Grant pointed out when we were listening to it, Zeppelin was a big influence for Dave Grohl and you can clearly hear some stairway in the intro.



Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began

Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones come marching in... again
They need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are at the ready
Are you ready?
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole... defense

Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

In time or so I'm told
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
(You know they all... pretend)
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
(You know they all... pretend)
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Random Acronym - from MRV


MPLS - Multiprotocol Label Switching - "data-carrying mechanism that belongs to the family of packet-switched networks"

Believe it or not, this explanation is more complicated than the previous client acronym of the day but is pertinent, as I am scheduling briefings for our optical transport expert at the MPLS & Ethernet World Congress. (Please try to contain your excitement, loyal readers). Information is sent across a data network in little chunks known as packets. The size and complexity of these packets varies with the type and magnitude of the information being transferred. Thus, the transfer of information across networks is modeled as a "stack" with layers 1-7. Typical data transmissions from computer to computer go up to layer four.

This is the "transport" layer that houses TCP (Transmission Control Protocol), which is central to Internet Protocol (IP). (You've probably seen TCP/IP on your computer and wondered what the hell it was...now you know it's the name for the mechanism by which information is transmitted and received.)

In order to get through the various networks and to the correct destination, packets must have headers (or labels) embedded so network equipment knows where to send them. Think of them as the various components of the address for the letter (state, city, ZIP, etc.). However, at each layer, the headers become increasingly complex in order to ensure packets go to the right place in the right order.

Everything goes anywhere other than across a room, goes to at least L3, so some consortium of network geniuses came up with this MPLS format for headers that can be read by L2 (data link layer) and seamlessly passed on to L3 (network layer). Thus, there is no holdup or lengthy queueing process in getting a packet up to IP (which lies at layer three) and TCP. It's like aggregating the ZIP and state into one thing that can be read and routed instantaneously. Get it up to the next layer, and it can figure out how to deal with the city before passing it along to the street and number layers.

It should be clarified that MRV isn't my only client in this space. All communications technology companies deal with this. That means Fulcrum and Alcatel-Lucent for my purposes. The differences are that Fulcrum is at the chip level in the enterprise/data center arena and the part of ALU that is my account deals in servicing solutions for optimizing this type of transfer--not in the hardware itself (although its carrier product division does).

Week Three

I'm now in the second day of the third week of my Qdoba protest, and i REALLY want my chicken burrito. Not gonna lie...I've considered caving in a couple times, but I can't. I'm too stubborn and hard headed. Also, I think as a tribute to my friends that were swimming in the pool last night (completely baffling me to the point at which I was looking around for a hidden camera as though it was some kind of practical joke), I'm going to avoid poultry today. Some derivation of beef, it is. Hmmm...the lunch decision...

Monday, February 2, 2009

Ducks

There were ducks swimming in the pool at my apartment complex when I got home. I am extremely puzzled by this and thought my mind might be playing tricks on me, so I closed my eyes for a second to make sure I wasn't imagining things. When I opened them, there were still ducks...swimming around...chasing each other. This place just keeps getting more and more interesting...

Winner Winner...

Chicken Dinner

Nice effort put forth by the Cards, but the better team won this game (despite its best effort to cough it up).