Showing posts with label Daniel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daniel. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2011

World Series Game 2 - Live Blogging the 9th


@7:51pm - Top of the 9th inning, Game 2 is tied with one out. Commercial for Tower Heist almost made me throw up the Fiber One cereal I've been eating without milk.

@7:57pm - Sac fly by Michael Young, Texas takes the lead. No matter how hard I try to pretend these Fiber One cereal pieces are still not Dorritos.

@7:59pm - Another commercial break. That Pepsi commercial montage of all the past music icons that have endorsed their fizz falls flat. Just show the Ray Charles ad in its entirety for the right one, baby.

@8:02pm - Texas, with a 2-1 lead in the bottom of the 9th, gives up a lead off walk. That's the equivalent of Mario sales leading without a clipboard, Abel picking a dot-com order before checking RSS, David drawing the Joker in complete ink before using pencil, Daniel pouring a bowl of Frankenberry before checking to see if there's milk, or me buying a tie at Ross when the Wednesday shipment hasn't even arrived. There are some things you just don't do.

@8:11pm - Furcal popped out to right to end the inning, series tied at 1 game a piece.

Fox's coverage gets progressively worse each year. I'm tired of the fan close-ups. Stop interrupting the game with shots of moms biting the cuffs of their sweaters and old dudes with a gleam in their eye. Let the drama evolve organically and quit showing us how tight each fan is holding their ass in anticipation for the next pitch. Enough!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Dodger Crips


Since day one of the 2011 baseball season, the Los Angeles Dodgers organization has been a total mess, inside and out. As a lifelong fan of the team, which has turned into a obsession the last seven years of my life, I feel it best to use this forum to speak my mind on some of the events that have occurred these past few months.

It’s definitely well known by now what happened on opening day - a few gang-bangers jumped a middle aged man because he was wearing a San Francisco Giants jersey. Is that all there is to the story? Maybe, maybe not. Is it safe to assume that’s all that happened? That two or so drunk thugs jumped a man, blindsiding him and beating him till he was unconscious, JUST because he was in a San Francisco Giants Jersey? In my opinion, it definitely is. If that sounds ludicrous to you, then you haven’t been to Dodger Stadium nearly as much as me.

Dodger Stadium in the last few years has been neither family friendly, nor safe in any aspect of the word. Since 2004 I have seen countless senseless acts of violence, verbal abuse, or otherwise at the hands of people who simply don’t care about a baseball game. The atmosphere has deteriorated as this type of behavior has been ignored by the organization because the attendance numbers the Dodgers have raked in the last few years are right up there with the Yankees, no complaints when it comes to ticket sales. Because of this, we have people like the accused who are in custody for beating Bryan Stow, who attend games simply to align themselves with a new color. People wearing other jerseys are enemies to them - they are neither men with children, or fans who simply want a Dodger dog and to enjoy a ballgame of their visiting team. The kind of mentality that has sunk in from being a Dodger fan is absolutely repulsive to me. I often read fans suggesting those who dare wear jerseys of other teams get what they deserve, and in the early days of the Bryan Stow case this attitude was definitely prevalent. There simply is no excuse for this type of attitude, especially when it comes to sports teams. In this case, if you suggest that he was asking for it, you fall into the category as the person who thinks; “her skirt is kinda short, so she was probably asking for it” as well. Your psychological issues have nothing to do with a man who was sucker punched and then put into a coma. Even more tired are the Angelinos who like to reference the violence in sports in merely a tradition, that fans at football matches in the UK and beyond nearly kill each other all the time. Who cares? Nothing in this country is as beloved as football is to those fans. Here in the US we have many options, including MLS. No one cares about soccer riots, and just because you watched a DVD on Hooliganism does not mean you can punch a fan because he was minding his own business, wearing a Cincinnati Reds jersey. If you fall in line with this way of thinking, do the real fans a favor - stay home and shut up.

Can a visiting fan provoke another Dodger fan? Sure, but that isn’t the focus here, and I’ve come to realize this is rarely the case. Even if Mr. Stow was the boogey man before this incident, I could never bring myself to hold him responsible since this truly is rarely the case. This is about a Mets fan who is in line for the bathroom at a playoff game, chatting with a Dodger fan behind him, who gets bum rushed and assaulted by some other Dodger “fans” because of his jersey. This is the Giants fan who is with his ten year old kid, getting a beer poured over his head while the kid watches for merely walking through the reserve level. This is another Giants fan walking through the loge level with his hot dog, minding his own business while his team is down to the boys in blue, and gets sucker punched, with an emphasis on the sucker. The other Mets fan beaten in the bathroom during the playoffs, the Reds fan who was showered with peanuts and beer, the Pirates (!) fan who one gangbanger shouted, “F**k your flag”, before pulverizing him. That one still baffles me to this day. The stadium being overrun by cholos, thugs, and just plain meatheads needs to be put to an end, and I hope this is finally on the horizon despite it taking the misfortunes of Bryan Stow to get us there.

Here are the basics: Dodger stadium has not been safe or secure for a while now. The lawsuit announced today by the family of Bryan Stow is in no way unjust, and also would be completely beneficial to the true baseball fans of Los Angeles and around the country who wish to visit our stadium. The stadium is a cathedral. It is gigantic, glowing of perfect green grass and the retro-colored seats, appearing untouched since the day it was built rather than refurbished and well-kept. The retro lights, and the darkness of the parking lot at night, and the inability to reach any officials during or after the game is disturbing, to say the least.

In May 2005, the stadium held the infamous “two dollar Tuesdays”. The result was disastrous. Besides a heap of totally unruly, idiotic fans causing hysteria throughout the game - an incident saw fans littering the outfield grass with hordes of trash after stadium security apprehended an idiot who ran onto the field. It was almost a relief to witness it in person, as I didn’t have to hear the shame in Vin Scully’s voice on television when such a sad, disrespectful act was committed. Along with all the fights that ensued at those games, Frank McCourt knew things had to change. Yadda, yadda, yadda. He hired off duty LAPD officers to roam the grounds full time, and they were permitted to do so in full police uniform. Where did that go, though? That was 6 years ago, it has came and gone, and where are we now? In a massive parking lot that has enough room for massive flea markets, as well as just massive amounts of commercials, where are the security to oversee everything? Where is that revenue going?

Bryan Stow’s family deserves, and needs, to be paid for every last cent that they would ever need. Because of his condition, and the fact that it is still unknown if he will ever wake up, he needs 24 hour care. Think of those medical bills, especially these days - it is truly frightening. He has two children who now may be deprived of a father, because he wanted to watch a baseball game at our stadium. Frank McCourt’s organization allowed this to happen, because violence at the stadium was never an issue until it was on the front page. These thugs were welcomed as they were just mere dollar signs. The organization no longer belongs to Frank McCourt, nor will it ever again. The fans that attend the games should not fear authority or any security, and should not tolerate idiocy. Despite the horrific events that have occurred, the true baseball fans of Los Angeles can take back what is theirs, and will know how to share their stadium.

Otherwise? You can get used to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_kRqA5OVjU

Regardless of the financial outcome of the lawsuit, if you have an extra buck or two you can donate to Bryan Stow and his family at http://www.support4bryanstow.com. Be sure to check out the store where you can donate in exchange for a wristband or something else.


-Danny A.


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Psychobilly Sweet Tooth: Introduction


I asked Mike, the head of IEC, if I could first write an introductory piece for my column. The reason was simple - I didn’t have enough time to think of something to review or write about so I needed a professional way to cop out.

However, in my bi-monthly column I will bring you a review of various candy found in stores, some rare, some not. Candy is a big part of my life, be it chocolate bars or lifesavers. The various fillings in my mouth, and the root canal I’ll be getting soon could tell you all about it. It’s sad, but toothpaste and floss can only do so much when you eat sweets like I do. It’s similar to that of a four year old without any parental supervision.

I would like to describe and inform you on all my favorite candy out there, and also tell you what to stay away from. There is also plenty of new items popping up in 711s every other week that are either worth trying, or just a bunch pretzels and nougat smashed together in a shitty chocolate casing.

Will each candy column degenerate into a rant about politics, baseball, and why you should be watching Mad Men? Yeah, probably. Will my eventual case of diabetes cause my column to come to an end? Absolutely. But for the time being, we’ll enjoy a weekly dose of Psychobilly Sweet Tooth.

Daniel

Sunday, November 7, 2010

It's All Coming Back To Me Now

We're back.

After an extended hiatus Infinite Et Cetera returns with more content, contributors, updates, and general nothingness. Spearheaded by the celebration of one man being freed from his telxon, a consensus formed that helped breathe new life into this blog and will hopefully keep it alive from here on out. While I continue writing my two-page apology for suspending the blog here's a guide that explains what to expect from IEC in the future:
  • Updates in terms of reality: The truth is I work more than I should because I'm a chump with too many bills. That just means you can expect most of my personal contributions to be posted on my off days which are usually Monday and Wednesday.
  • Features: While we may have guest contributors from time to time, the main contributors to IEC signed new contracts that meet certain deadlines for their featured articles. Here's a brief overview of what those will look like:
Contributor: David N.
Feature: Providing plenty of musings that involve comic books, food, movies, and a tentative feature known as "Tips On How To Survive With Zero Income" that may or may not include a forward by Danny A.
Updated: Weekly, possibly daily.

Contributor: Abel L.
Feature: "70's Song of the Week". Mostly ABBA songs.
Updated: Weekly.

Contributor: Danny A.
Feature: "Candy Review of the Week". More imaginative titles for the article would include I'll Take You To The Candy Shop, Danny's Candies, Psychobilly Sweet Tooth, Zombie Zugar, etc;
Updated: Weekly.
  • Telxon of Freedom Award: Finally, I've created the Telxon of Freedom award in light of recent events. Essentially it's an award that any of the contributors can use at their disposal to highlight any acts of bravery, freedom, or simply anything that is pretty awesome. This week I have personally nominated David to receive a Telxon of Freedom Award and expect an acceptance speech in the near future. Well done sir and accept your prize below...

Friday, August 7, 2009

Extra Innings Courtesy Of Local Dimwit

I'm conflicted.



If you've ever watched a car chase you know exactly where I'm coming from. Some crazed lunatic driving a beat up 2003 Kia Sorento tries to lose the cops by driving on the wrong side of the road, jumps a curve, and comes to a popular intersection. Neighbors turned pedestrians watching the chase on television decide to go outside and cheer the driver on as he speeds through another light and pretends to slow down only to speed up once more.

Years ago I can remember local radio host Tom Leykis talk about some alert system he signed up for where it would let you know when a car chase was happening and what channel had the best view. Local newspapers reported more networks would abstain from broadcasting the chase to spare future phelons from fifteen minutes of fame. Not sure how true that is today.

For the second time this week a fan at Dodger stadium ran onto the field and for the second time it was not shown on television. Vin Scully's explaining the cause for pause as this idiot interrupts a critical point in the 9th inning. Great job distracting Broxton who by the way has only two saves over the last three weeks and needs all the concentration he can get. It's bad enough we have the reputation for leaving early, now we're staying until the 9th inning to run around like a douche bag on the field. Don't worry, no game going on here.

As much as I'd love to watch the fan being brutally tackled or beaten on television I'm also glad they don't show it (seeing it live is better anyway). I really wonder if these people are as naive as I was about running on the field before it was brought to my attention that 1.) You are jailed for trespassing, 2.) Fined thousands of dollars, and 3.) Banned from the stadium.

Not to mention you're the reason Broxton lost his groove and sent the game into extra innings.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Dodgers 2009 Opening Day: O-Dog, Oh Yes!

Before the commentary/recap, have a look at future IEC contributor Mario [right circle] as he watches Orlando Hudson's third inning home run ball fly over his head [left circle]. As always, click to enlarge photo.



Outstanding effort, M-Rod!

Statistics say hitting for the cycle is less likely than throwing a no hitter. In my lifetime I didn't think I'd get to witness either of them live. Thanks to Orlando Hudson [MVP of my fantasy league team Serenity Now] I was a part of Opening Day history and most importantly Dodger history. In chronological order, here are some non-game highlights from our journey today:
  • 7:00am: You're The Best by Joe Esposito starts off the Baseball Songs Mix CD made the night before. All passengers are excited and sing along.
  • 8:24: Dorritos and Blue Moon Beer for breakfast.
  • 8:45: Rival Banda orchestras set up shop at Elysian Park. No sombreros were harmed. No white people allowed.
  • 10:40: Gates open. Honking of horns fills the morning air.
  • 12:45pm: Doves released during pre-game ceremonies flying away in fear of Randy Johnson and his fast ball.
  • 12:47: One lone dove gets caught on the left field big screen but is freed before Randy can jump up there and murder it.
  • 1:10-4:17pm: Game time. Read all about it.
  • 4:20: Parking lot madness. My horn was used without permission.
  • 4:36: Daniel falls asleep in car, his snorring upsets Gabriel.
  • 4:51: Hooligans holding up traffic are running around with vodka bottles asking random sluts in cars to take shots. I'm not player enough to participate.
  • 5:22: Abel and myself argue Journey's Don't Stop Believin' vs. Green Day's Brain Stew and which one has been overplayed more. Abel loses argument.
  • 5:40?: Arrived at Jack in the Box to receive our free Sirloin Burgers courtesy of the Dodgers winning by at least three runs. Jack in the Box Sirloin Burgers suck balls.
  • 6:30: Back at home to finish the Padres/Mets game.
Go blue!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Air Man: The History of A Villain

I have a confession. Earlier today, I stumbled upon this story from Yahoo!'s Odd News department:

"TOKYO (Reuters) - A 60-year-old man who was thrown into the air in celebration at his retirement party died after his colleagues failed to catch him and he fell to the floor, a Japanese newspaper reported on Tuesday."

While gearing up for a blog about the story itself, I searched Google images for "Man In Air" or "Jump In Air" or just "In Air" to at least get a picture to post with the quote from this article. Seconds before I started to type a sentence or two in poor taste about this event (I know you think it's somewhat funny too, asshole), I was side-tracked by the results of my search with the image of a villain known as Air Man.

Oh, Air Man. Your name etched into the bright blue screen of Mega Man 2 on NES. Your dangerous world filled with disappearing and then reappearing giant pig heads with George Washington wigs spouting smaller versions of such from your ears as we all carefully tried to avoid those upside-down iced-cream cone horns. Those blue girating pieces of macarroni zipping out of red bowls on the floor were sure to stop our hero:



Powered by his will to destroy anything slightly above room temperature, Air Man was on a mission: stop Mega Man from ever assembling that camping tent on a brisk winter's day. Built from the spare parts of Dr. Wily's defective Honeywell oscillating fan, Air Man's chest tornadoes would send any man, mega or other, into a cooled, soothing coma.

Of course, you never saw Air Woman. It's rumored that all the other evil Robots could never hang out any more because Air Man kept making that "she sure can blow" joke while bumping his elbows on their metallic chests. Get over it, guys. Air Man is legend.