Entries from May 2006 ↓

Exatly Where I’m At
She Wanted To Leave
Spinal Meningitis
Take Me Away
Transdermal Celebration
Wavin’ My Dick In The Wind
Piano Intro->
Even If You Don’t
Buckingham Green
Back To Basom
Light Me Up
*Ocean Man
Voodoo Lady
Touch My Tooter
Johnny On The Spot
Puertorican Power
Gabrielle
Stroker Ace
Tender Situation
The Mollusk
Dr. Rock
Someday

ENCORE:
Freedom Of 76′

*-With Anna Freeman on backing vocals

Brian McBride shrugs off a near concussion to head the US to their second win on the trot. McBride’s 47th minute header was the only scoring of the game, and the Americans ended their pre-World Cup tuneups with a 1-0 win over Latvia.

The team made a few changes, including starting DeMarcus Beasley on the right. Everyone looked much better, and Eddie Johnson looked very dangerous, coming close to scoring several times.

The players now have three days off before heading to Hamburg. The US’ first World Cup match takes place on June 12th against 2nd-ranked Czech Republic. Kickoff is 11:55 AM ET, and the match will be shown live on ESPN2.

Meant to post about this earlier. Last night, Derek Jeter’s single during the fourth inning of a 7-6 loss to the Royals was the 2000th of his career. The consummate captain, Jeet’s always been more concerned with winning than any individual plaudits. Therefore, it was particularly nice to see the standing ovation the crowd at the Stadium gave him last night.

I just checked, and this is my first real Yankee post of the season, and I could spend the next several minutes talking about everything that’s happened so far this season. However, I believe I can sum it up in just two words:

pitching

&

injuries.

Injuries to Hideki Matsui and Gary Sheffield, just to name two, have really effected the Yanks’ offensive production. This has put added pressure on the already weak pitching. I still don’t understand how Cashman and company could have felt confident with the staff they have coming into the season. Well, the inevitable has occurred, and Randy Johnson is showing some serious signs of age, and the rest of the staff has been mediocre at best.

Who knows what will happen before the trade deadline. There’s not that much pitching available, and with the Wild Cards, teams feel that they are in the races much later into the season, making the pool even smaller.

Despite the struggles, the Yanks are still in the thick of things, only 2 games behind Boston in the East. It remains to be seen if the Detroit Tigers are for real, but if they are, it really puts the onus back on winning the Division. After seven games against the Sox, the Yanks are down 4 games to 3. There are twelve games to go, including a four game series in the Bronx next week. Could the season be decided in June? Probably not, but it’ll be fun to watch.

That’s more like it. Ching and Dempsey both score as the US gets its’ first win in four internationals. One more warmup before the World Cup, as the US will take on Latvia in Connecticut on Sunday night. Kickoff is 7PM ET, and the match will be broadcast live on ESPN2.

Arsenal announced today that fan favorite Robert Pires has decided to leave the club in favor of a move to Champions League Semi-Final opponents, Villarreal. The Spanish club offered the 32 year old midfielder what Arsenal would not; a two-year contract.

Super Bob scored 84 goals in 284 appearances for the Gunners, including several clutch goals against Spurs - the 2001 FA Cup Semi-final stands out in my mind.

I’m sure I’m not alone when I say he’ll be missed.

My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can’t buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.