I don’t have any solid reason for it, but Moises Alou drives me up the wall. I really hate him. Despite the fact that he is indeed a good baseball player, he gets under my skin and just generally annoys me. It bothers me that people cheer for him by going “ALOOOOOOUUUUUU” which sounds like “BOOOOOOOO.” I think he’s rude, and has a funny batting stance, and he’s a big crybaby.
Case in point — last night my little Adam Everett hit a ball way out into left field, whereupon Alou accidentally knocked it with his glove, sending it into the infamous Wrigley Field ivy. He glanced down for a moment before standing up and signaling for a ground rule double, despite the fact that (as validated by TV cameras and pointed out repeatedly on Sportscenter last night) THE BALL WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM! Fortunately the umpires realized this, and Everett scored on a double plus two-base error. After the game, Alou even said “I didn’t know the rule. I don’t know any of the rules. That’s why I can’t manage when I retire.”
Dude. He just irks me.
I was at work late last night to get some extra hours. I was feeling pretty proud of my 9.5 hour day until Carter mentioned that he’d worked 13. Well then. He wins, but on the other hand, I hope I never have to work a 13-hour day. People who work that much make me worry. Today I plan on going home at a much more reasonable hour; however, I did get in at 7:30 so that I can leave at 5 and still have 9 hours. It’s all part of an effort to save a few annual leave hours here and there, since my planned vacation for the year is about two days over the limit at the moment!
I came home last night and had planned to run 6 miles, but it started to drizzle, and the idea of running in the rain didn’t really appeal to me. I was going to do the elliptical, but was talked into the treadmill. As if I haven’t said it before, I will remind everyone that I despise the treadmill. It makes my legs hurt and leaves my kness sore, despite all the articles I’ve read that says treadmill running is easier than outdoors. I knew I would never stick with it through 6 miles, so I compromised and told myself that I could only run 3 miles if I made them really count. So I did my first ever “hill” run in Houston. I warmed up, then ran 2-4 minute intervals at 5-6.5 percent grade. It was tough! Hills suck.
I also realized that walking on the treadmill with a loaded backpack at maximum grade (15 percent) would probably be a really good Longs Peak prep workout. I may try that.
Starbucks is coming out with “light” versions of their Frappuchinos, and I ended up on their website looking at the nutritional info for my 3 usual beverages. Turns out that my grande mocha frappuchino (always without whipped cream) is not as bad as I thought–290 calories, 4 grams of fat. That’s not great, but not horrible either. The whipped cream is where your diet really goes downhill, and I always leave that off because I don’t like it. Score. A grande cafe mocha is 300 calories, 12 grams of fat (eek). A grande cappuchino, however, is the best at only 100 calories, and no fat. Knowing that, I’m now much more likely to get a cappuchino than a mocha. And I doubt I will be having any more of those blended ones (mmm, strawberry), knowing that there are 320 calories even in the smallest, no whip order.
I wonder how they calculate nutritional information. I have always wondered. I should look it up.
And finally, after seven years of drifting along through empty space, Cassini arrives at Saturn today. How exciting!
christina says
you’re just mad cuz that astro are sucking.
Jen says
I totally agree with you about Alou. Plus, they were showing on Baseball Tonight how he saw the ball when he turned back around after the play was over. To cover his stupidity he made a pretense of looking for it in the ivy, while actually kicking it back under there so that people know what an idiot he is. All caught on tape.
Jen says
By the way, that’s _wouldn’t_ know what an idiot he is. Um, yeah.