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C.A.: 2012 Topps Allen and Ginter Erin Andrews

(Some words of wisdom straight from a 13-year-old girl's diary: "Mean people suck." Indeed they do. So forget about them and let the cardboard wash over you. It's time for Cardboard Appreciation. This is the 163rd in a series): Erin Andrews covering the World Series is like my dream come true. A super-hot TV reporter covering the pinnacle of my favorite sport? That's a true dream scenario. Unfortunately, I know it's not a dream because the Giants are in the World Series. But that aside, it's great to finally have Andrews working a sport I actually watch, rather than all that college nonsense that she's dealt with all these years. I admire Andrews greatly, and not in the skeevy, lecherous, black socks-with-white sneakers way. I admire her because she deals with an incredible amount of god-forsaken shit from absolutely useless people for the sake of her job. She's dedicated to her job. She works hard at her job. And she treats her job with s...

Where ya been, babe?

I just received another gift of 2012 Allen & Ginter from the very, very busy Nachos Grande . He's practically completing the set for me with these packages. With this third edition of cards sent my way, I'm down to needing 89 more cards to finish the set. That's pretty good for someone who didn't buy a box of A&G this year. In fact, I'm just about at the stage where buying another blaster of this stuff is a waste of money. I mean I couldn't even use the cards I get from it for blog material. Nobody wants to see A&G anymore. So here, real quick, are the cards I got from Chris: Blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah. You barely looked at them, didn't you? Me, too, even when I was opening the package. Not because I'm ungrateful or anything. In fact, I did a little dance around the back 40 when I learned I could erase more numbers off of my A&G want list. You should have seen the neighbors' faces. With every car...

Feeding frenzy

Uh, oh. Here they come. Better put on my game face. MEDIA: Mr. Night Owl! Mr. Night Owl! Night Owl! Over here! Do you have time for a few questions? Just a few Mr. Owl. ME: About what? MEDIA: Manny Ramirez! ME: Ah, geez . OK. Just a few. MEDIA: How do you feel about his return to the Dodgers lineup tonight? ME: I don't know. I like it? MEDIA: But are you mad at him for what he did? Will you boo him when he comes up the plate? ME: Um, no. I don't boo Dodgers. I'm not mad. I was mad. But, I don't know, uh ... hey, where's Erin Andrews? MEDIA: What? ME: Erin Andrews. She said she'd be here. She said she wanted to meet Night Owl. MEDIA: Uh, she couldn't come. I think she had to cover the Shaq press conference. ME: Her loss. MEDIA: Since you're not mad anymore does that mean you condone what Manny Ramirez did? ME: No, I don't condone it. I'm not even sure if I know what he did. MEDIA: Do you feel as if Ramirez should explain what he ...