I thought it looked cool. 

Komeha (pronounced c'mere). 

Oh Tanunbaum. 

The Tree, the Cat, and the Woman (in a painting.) 

Who's this handsome devil? 

Notorious P.I.Z (Z) 

...this was the BEST last weekend of baseball and possibly the best playoff push since the inception of the wild-card.

First off this is the first time in 50 years that two days of baseball decided the AL East title. And I also imagine that this could be the first time EVER that two teams were tied for first place, with the only deciding factor is a one game advantage in head-to-head matchup.

And now, beucause I always wanted to be a sports reporter, my break down of the first round of the playoffs.

Red Sox. V. White Sox (Two games in Chicago, Two games in Boston, One game in Chicago)

The White Sox were not expected to do much this year. In fact a lot of analysts put them in second place place behind ther perrenial winners of the AL Central Twins. But somewhere in the mix the Twins weren't able to pull themselves together and the White Sox became the hottest team until August, when they blew a 18 game lead. But still a team with the best pitching staff in baseball and a team that works together to build runs rather than wait for the clean-up hitter to slug them all home tore a hole through opponents. And now the team with fantastic fielding and pitching is going to be put to the test against the best offensive team in baseball.

The Boston Red Sox. As a fan I'm going to try and be as objective as possible. The one constant about the team is that they have the number one offense in Baseball. Their pitching staff is a crap shoot. Wakefield, Wells, Schilling, Clement and Arroyo can either be red hot and unhittable or just downright pathetic to watch. What stood out the most about last year's world series win, besides the fact that Pedro was the "Ace" was the fact how the scouts prepared each pitcher for each batter and for most any situation. That will be the same thing that seperates the Red Sox and White Sox. The two teams split the season series earlier this year. And this will be the hardest fought battle of the playoffs.

Red Sox in five games.

New York Yankees V. Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim (Two games at LA, Two games in NY, One game in LA)
The most two most evenly matched teams in baseball go head to head. The Yankees maybe have a more powerful line up on paper, but the Angels have two things the Yankees don't have. The ability to play small ball and a celebrated bullpen. Plus the one man army that is Vlad the Impaler. The man can hit homeruns on any pitch. And that is a weapon that will come in handy against Mariano Riveria. The determing factor is that the Angels have homefield advantage. And the ability to bring in K-Rod in his home enviroment to close out a close ballgame will win the series for the Angels.
Angels in five games.

NL predictions tomorrow....

....You can Learn at lot from the Buggaboo Steakhouse.

When I was 13 or so I remember the exhaburant commercial for Buggaboo Steakhouse. And I remember falling in lvoe with the image of a moose actually talking to you as you ate.

So when we would come through Connecticut on our way home from Long Island there would be signs for one, and I would start to pester the parents to stop there for dinner. Everytime I saw the sign from the road I would pipe up from the back seat. They finally did one day when I was able to convince my brothers to help with the "we're hungry" cries from the back of our first mini-van.

And we were welcomed to the eatery by a plush moose head with the soft-doting voice of a forty-three year old psychologist, telling stories from the Yukon.

My parents were never thrilled about it. And of course, me with my junior inferiority complex I thought it was because of me. However the real reason was because...it ...well....it sucks.

Recently a Buggaboo opened in Plymouth and I went there for lunch one day, remembering my youthful days and how much I did indeed love the moose.

It was a Friday and I happen to pick evidently a very busy time to eat, along with senior citizens and mothers picking up their kids from daycare. And for the latter of the reasons resulted in a less than good experience.

First of all, the restuarant just opened so all the waitresses are still in brainwashing mode. So they just start talking, and talking, and talking. And I understand it's their job, I work in retail, I know how the coporate beast works. My waitress asked me if I ever had the lobster fritters, and I promptly told her that I don't like lobster, and she said "oh" and went on to describe the lobster fritters to me. I just smiled and nodded, but really I just wanted to order my chicken.

But all the kids. My word. I shouldn't be surprised, afterall, Buggaboo Creek is just Chuck E. Cheese with a carpet, table cloth, and a liquor license.

At the age 26, the moose (named Moxie) isn't cute anymore, it's just a distraction. From talking to someone or from just thinking. It's hard to think about what you want to do that night when moose is telling me I should order the blooming onion. As a kid, I don't remember the product placement, but this moose today was without a doubt hawking The Giant Brownie.

The only thing more annoying was a squirrel on a lamp above me squirming and squelling. You try sipping a water when you a chattering critter above you.

I'd also like to thank Buggaboo Creek Steakhouse for reminding me, at this moment in my life I don't want kids.

This one eight year old in the booth next to me, came up to me and just started staring at me as I draw Coca-Cola through my straw. So I stare back. As much as I wanted to say "What the hell do you want?" I just stared back and said, "Yes." Of course this all happened while I was looking at his prozac mother sipping her cappaccino hoping she would reel her spawn in.

But she didn't so I had to wait for Pugsley Addams to spit out what he wanted. He pointed his stubby lil' finger and pointed at my key chain and mumbled somethign as his tounge licked the ketchup from one side of his face and then the chocolate from his brownie off the other side.

And people wonder I think working in retail on a Saturday should be the new form of birth control.

Just testing the blogger template.

Rants and musings from Nick's mind---

I always kind of regretted that I never auditioned for Puffy's Making the Band 2. I would've walked to Brooklyn for Cheesecake. I would've used that studio. I would've not gotten arrested and got to all the gigs. But more importantly I would've met Puffy.

I was watching Law and Order: Criminal Intent last night, and this morning I realized why I don't like it as much as SVU. Because every ending has a "Scooby Doo" ending. You know where it's a big mystery until the last five minutes when Vincent D'onofrio says something to crack the suspect. Just like "Scooby Doo" you know it's coming, when him and whichever woman partner he has (which also I realize last night bring NOTHING to the show, their just there so when he talks he doesn't look crazy talking to himmself) spend the last five minutes of the show alone with the suspect, and back the guy or gal into a corner. You always get the feeling that every episode could've ended, "And I would've gotten away with it if it weren't for you pesky kids."

At least in SVU the criminal sometimes gets off or murdered in jail, there is rarely a happy ending.

(I just realized that a lot of times when I write, I'll forget to use articles, because my brain is moving so fast, I think I have written them and I haven't)

But good for Vincent D'onofrio finally getting a steady gig. He's come a long way from being "The Edgar Bug" in Men In Black. Plus, he's from Brockton, and you have to love Massachusetts actors (except for Geena Davis).

What happened to Johnny Knoxville's career? It really was a budding actor, and now he just played the semi-inbred Duke, while Stifler (yes I know that's not his name but he will always be Stifler in my eyes) played the completly inbred one. And how are they and Daisy cousins? Do they have any brothers or sisters? And where are their parents? There is no way Uncle Jesse is Daisy's father. Are they second cousins? The more you think about it, the more The Dukes of Hazzard really make no sense.

And speaking of Jessica Simpson, I just took this quiz asking which boy band member I was like. All this time I thought I was Lance Bass, but it turns out according to this quiz I'm Nick Lachey. Which I really don't see. If I were Nick Lachey, I like to think that I would have a career and not mooch of my wife and her freaky father. I would also like to think that if me and my brother (also named Drew...how freaky is that) had to move furniture into my new LA home, we could figure out a way to do it without renting a crane.

When I was 16 (no I didn't have a sweet sixteen party) I was at this summer camp/learning enviroment thing called PCC. They had a talent show and I auditioned to do stand-up. I have to say it was a GREAT act. It was a three minute tour de force of 16 year old comedy. Ending with a fantastic (although a lil dated) George Bush Sr./Bill Clinton joke. The counselors laughed and said good job (I actually got a lot of private compliments saying that they judges all thought I was really funny) but I wasn't picked. I often wonder that maybe if I had gotten the chance to perform I would've stuck with it, instead of writing my stand up in this blog.

Ok, that was all on my mind this morning while showering *Waits for the girls to stop screaming like Beatles fans*.

*Rock it.

The Red Sox are starting to worry me.

This would be a longer post, but I'm not tired and not feeling extremly creative.