World Series Trip Day 0

I'm getting ready to leave tomorrow for San Francisco.  Thanks to my most favoritist cousin in the world I have 2 tickets to the first two games of the World Series.  Dad and bro (@gohandrake) will be joining me (don't know how we're getting the 3rd ticket to each game, so if you have any let me know.)

I'm packing right now.  I'm used to 80 degree days with little wind here in the Valley of the Sun.  Rumor has it it gets a bit breezy by the bay and slightly shivery in the City, especially at night.  I'm not sure how to pack, but I'm planning on looking like those guys from Cool Runnings when they leave the airport.

Speaking of things I'm packing...
So I've decided that my newly rediscovered bobblehead needs a name.

I've thought a lot about it and discovered that that whole thinking thing is wholly overrated and unnecessary.  I'm going with my first instincts.  Meet Buster the Bobblehead.  I really settled on the name for three main reasons.

1.  Simple alliteration. Love it.

2. Tell me you don't see the resemblance:



A. They're both wearing black and orange
B. They both look like they're about 16
C. They're both white.
Yeah that's all I've got, but that second one is really the kicker.  I seriously think my Buster looks like he could be a rookie of the year (although he is a little stiff on defense *rim shot*)
"I'll show you my little stiff" - Buster the Bobblehead

3. Seeing as Buster is my favorite non-living Mythbuster,

I similarly favor my Buster the Bobblehead as my favorite non-living San Francisco Giant (sorry Kung Fu Panda)

So there you have it.  Buster the Bobblehead.

You bet your ass he'll be travelling with me to San Francisco and he will have a spot in the hotel room to watch every game (and yes, I'll turn the TV on for him).  Superstitious you say?  Maybe.  But I'll leave you with this.  Over the last few innings, I sometimes forgot to hold Buster as we watched the Giants bullpen take the hill, but never when I held him (and he got to see the game) did the Phillies get a basehit.

#Justsayin

-FBW

My Brother's Household Crisis

Fairly simple actually, but definitely longer than 140 characters.

@gohandrake, AKA my younger brother, is a Texas Rangers fan.  I'm a San Francisco Giants fan.  The Rangers are one game away from their first World Series ever.  The Giants are two wins away from going.  Oh yeah, he lives in Oregon and I live in Arizona.

These all come together in one great opportunity:  San Francisco is about as close to half way between him and me as you're going to get and that's where games 1 & 2 would be if the Giants get to the World Series.  Game 1 on Oct 27, Game 2 on the 28th.  So where's the crisis?

His first baby (Little Audrey Rae, AKA my Li'l Raesin) is due (wait for it...) Oct 27.  So we joke that we're going anyways. Then the Rangers win tonight and the reality of the opportunity becomes much more apparent.  He actually asks his 8 1/2 month preggers wifey if she think it'd be okay if he's out of state the day their baby is due. Guess what she said...

So after getting his balls out of his throat (where she had shoved them after tearing them from his scrotum) and finally convincing her not to move out and in with her parents (otherwise known as "upstairs") he texts me that he "just got shot down big time."  Heh heh - duh!! So we talk and we figure his only chance of going to the World Series is if she goes into labor now-ish.

So I'm asking all of my tweeps to @ him with your best labor inducing ideas.  Please, I implore you.  The life and dreams of a passionate young baseball fan hangs in your hands.

-FBW