kinko de mayo

ah, sex with mayonaise, nothing like it... but this entry has nothing to do with sex or mayonaise or copier machines, or raisons, for that matter... it doesn't even relate to the date (or dates), in fact, cuz nobody around me celebrates anything these days, so what's a holiday or a festival that goes on when nobody's there... well, I wasn't, but someday, maybe, I will be more actively out there experiencing the parties people throw, or at least passing through, or best yet, throwing my own...

what I did do last night, besides skipping the gym, was head out the Xtreme Baseball... the warehouse guy working under Rasputin at the wholesale fish place where he works plays on a semi-pro baseball team in a brand new league called Xtreme Baseball... in a rare change of routine, Rasputin decided to accept the free tickets and go out on a Saturday night, so I went along... fun, though still sedentary...

it was good to be outdoors all evening and watch a rather odd game of baseball... I may find time and motivation to explain it in more detail at another time, but simply, Xtreme Baseball is played on a baseball field that looks kind of like how a baseball field would look it you had poor eyesight or were really drunk... in other words, double vision... maybe using simple geek-speech will help with the visual... take the regular lines and bases for the baseball field, copy them, and paste the copy about ten feet to the left... that's right, picture it, two of each base, two pitchers mounds, two homes... etc... then, both teams take the field at the same time, one pitcher on each of the mounds, one batter at each of the home plates, one umpire behind each of the catchers behind each of the batters...

play ball!

so last night was the first game ever, opening day, of a new concept in the American Pasttime... they alternate pitches and the team on the left baseball diamond run to the right clockwise around the bases instead of to the left as normal baseball does (the team on the right run the normal counter-clockwise)... I think it would be even more Xtreme if the pitchers pitched simultaneously, but they say I'm crazy coming up with that idea...

and in the true mode of Orlando, Disney, and it's a small world, the President of the league goes out to throw out the first ball and there's Phil, who's been mentioned previously in most of my blogs because I've known him since the last millenium... and I suddenly remember sitting in a car with him and his girlfriend and a girl I hung out with a couple of years ago (flashback to btc for the Orange Blossom Music Festival entries behind the candoor for references) driving through downtown Daytona Beach and as we passed the semi-pro baseball stadium there he talked about this idea he had for reverse baseball because he always thought it was unfair that lefties had to play a game that was geared toward right handers (Phil's a lefty)...

after the game Rasputin wanted to go straight home cuz he was sick and didn't sleep for 24 hours so we passed on the invites to the after-premiere game parties (the story of life these last few years since returning to Orlando, aye?) and I drove him home... we did stop at Logan's Roadhouse for steak dinner cuz I was foolish enough to suggest it and even paid (probably because I so didn't want to just go home and sit here and it was already too late to hit the gym and that would probably be good for the nipples, odd as that might sound to anyone reading this entry without reading any others)...

I chose to pass on the computer and watched something unmemorable on TV as I drifted off to sleep in the big green chair until I woke and watched a bit of Sports Center before waking up the computer and visiting myspace for a little bit and then coming here to tell you the stuff in this entry...

and that was my kinko de mayo...

a local couple on myspace went to some Fernando Sprimp Festival (a several day thing about four hours away) and it sounded like a fun time... lots of other stuff was happening in the area too and it still is today, but I'm in that not in the mood to go out exploring by myself mode that's been prevelent for most of this decade and Raspy is in his usual position, sleeping on the couch, so today I shall probably watch the NBA playoof games and eat my leftover rib-eye...

I could make this weekend sound infinitely more exciting (cuz I've got those mad perspective-writing skills, ya know?), but I'm not in the mood to sit at the computer much, so I'm gonna go watch the game and munch and nurse my sore nipples...

another entry will follow later cuz this is yesterday's entry, I mean, just look at the date (like that means anything)... laughing all the way (as I have been in the last few entries, in case you were fooled by the mock-darkness in tone or sardonic humours or some such depressed perspective I might have self-teased or seeded or somehow fed in my dichotomous teasing... multi-tracked self-mockery is so often poorly misunderstood and probably spoiled by explanation, which means this entry ends poorly spoiled), I wander off now...

maybe I should go back to drinking...

have a fun time out there :)