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The Patriots looked like crap on Sunday night. Yecch. Matt Cassel is not great, but neither is the Patriots D. Nothing much about the Pats looked good. I went ahead and got plowed at our local sports bar ripoff and made my better half steer me home.

Game 2 of the ALCS…what’s the deal with Beckett!? He looked like crap, and now in Game 3 (4th inning at the time of this post) Lester looks like crap. The ham-and-eggers over at Apples & Moustaches are probably hurling their feces at each other in joy right now.

I needed a new padlock for my (probably unsurprisingly to you) infrequent trips to the gym. For some reason i hate spending money on replacing stuff I’ve lost, and I managed to lose a very dense, 8-oz hunk of metal. I found an old combo lock, but couldn’t for the life of me recall what the combination was. Google, however, yields surprisingly stout results, and after searching “can’t remember combination to master lock”, found a great article on how to hack a Master Lock combination lock. Totally kickass resurrection.

Our new condo is fantastic. Me and the better half couldn’t be happier with it or our new neighborhood, but I gotta send a big shout out to Cutty - on a day he traveled back from a wedding, and had a show to attend in the evening, he found time to drive my sorry ass, in his Vue, over to pick up a desk. (Which wouldn’t fit in our Civic) Thanks, mayng.

I saw someone administer the Heimlich Manouvre for the first time today. I was down in the burbs, visiting the parental unit, helping out with some chores, and we decided to hit Not Your Average Joes for lunch, mostly because we dug up a bunch of coupons. Yeah, we’re Irish-catholic Yankees. About halfway through the meal, we looked over and saw what looked like an old lady getting anally raped by a tranny. The volume of goo that rocketed out of this biddy’s meatloaf-hole was prodigious, and for some reason I was the only person in the restaurant that wanted to just pretend nothing was happening. Everyone stared, and yep, the unthinkable happened - I totally got put off my food. Maybe that makes me an asshole. Yeah. That probably makes me an asshole.

I think it’s Buck Martinez who sounds like James Woods. It’s creepy.

Potatoes, cut in wedges, lightly coated with olive oil, sea salt, fresh cracked pepper and a little fresh parmagiano reggiano, roasted in the oven…totally kick french fries’ ass.

Normally I don’t drink cocktails, but I have a new favorite cocktail. It’s called a “Sophie” and it goes like this

- rocks glass

- 3 sprigs of mint, crushed with pestle in glass (a la mojito)

- shot glass of Skye vodka

- shot glass of pomegranete liquor

- shot glass of simple syrup

- splash of ginger ale

Those S.O.B.’s are tasty. They are almost tasty enough to distract you from the fact that the French bistro you’re eating in is taking an hour to get your food to you. Almost.

Work tomorrow is going to suck, but at least it’ll only be 4 days long. See you guys on the flip side.