OK, I'm guilty of being preoccupied with my career and my car...sorry. I HAVE been missing being crazy creative with the Yankees.

Lord knows they can use some humor! (BTW, the photo above is a depiction of E-Stein as a podcaster - I'll add the mp3 file below).

In the meantime, cruise on over to my other blog: http://wiredcu.com (It's mostly about Credit Unions and Social Networking, but I'll photoshop and get funny).

Got lots to write about with the Yankees, so I'm coming back.

P.S. So someone fill me in on what I missed in this space - Is my girl Alyssa still blogging or did she quit yet?

G-

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Well - I know I haven't posted in quite awhile but I wanted to tell you about your boy G here being present in San Francisco for Barry Bonds record breaking home run number 756!
So I am sitting in my office at work last week and I see this email from a co-worker asking if anyone in the office is a Giants fan and WANTS two tickets to a game.

At that point in time, Barry hadn't tied the record and I thought I might get a chance to see him maybe tie the record, so I shot off the quickest email reply ever recorded.

Over the next few days I get news that Barry tied the record and that Monday August 6th he is expected to make the history books - so I shrug it off and think that I'll watch him probably swing for 757, no big deal.

ONLY - Barry didn't hit 756 on the 6th - which meant I had a chance to be present at a historic game.

So...I get the tickets from the co-worker this afternoon and bail out of San Jose at 4:00 p.m. and inch my way through the normal bay area traffic to get at the stadium by 5:30 p.m.

I snapped a few photos in front of the Willie Mays statue - grabbed a dog and a beer and followed my ticket to the club level seat in section 202, row b seat 1 (An awesome seat by the way).

I watched Barry continually get good wood on the ball (ok - this sounded funny) so I suspected something magical.

Sure enough...I witnessed the most awesome swing I have seen in quite awhile (much different from A-Rod - not sure how to really explain it).

The thunderous crack of the bat was soon followed by an eruption of fireworks, cheers, and streaming stuff coming down from the sky.

It was a moment I will never forget....

I saw Barry Bonds tie Babe Ruth's record in Oaktown and now I saw the most awesome moment I can remember in my short baseball fan life.

I'm framing my ticket - it was truly a moment to remember!!!!

G-

Well...I've been off the map for awhile enjoying my other new favorite past-time...I bought a new ride our friend Alyssa Milano might appreciate. :)

At some point you have to say, "what the %#!@" about the dismal Yankee standings and enjoy life!

G-

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EVERY SELF-RESPECTED CHOLO HAD TO BE CURRENT ON THE FINE INTELLECTUAL READINGS OF LOWRIDER MAGAZINE - OK, MAYBE NOT SO MUCH THE READING, BUT MAYBE, ACUTELY VERSED ON THE ANATOMY OF THE FINE FEMALE CREATURES ACTING AS HOOD ORNAMENTS.
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The moment the Senators had been waiting for had arrived and it came at the end of practice – they found out when they would be getting uniforms.

“Senators, I have two announcements to make – one, Gilbert here will be our new assistant coach and two, I have some news about your uniforms.”

“The Milpitas Rotary Club has agreed to sponsor us and we will all be meeting after practice on Tuesday next week for pizza at Mountain Mike’s and uniforms.”

“Make sure to write your sizes down on my list and the number you want – there is no guarantee you will get either, so let’s just hope for the best ok!”

Coach Deanda was kidding right? “No guarantees on either,” what in the heck did that mean – “no guarantees on either!”

The Kid took his turn with the clipboard and at first wrote down “size large” and then nervously scratched that out and wrote “x-large” with the number choice of  44 – ala Reggie Jackson.

The Kid needed a ride home and he threw off the rest of the catching gear as fast as he could so he could beg a ride from Steve the Giant and his brother Gilbert.

“Steve, do you think your brother would give me a ride home since I have a little bit of a problem with my bike over there?” The Kid begged.

“HAHAHA,  C’mon, I’m not sure I can even get a ride home with Gilbert.  Grab that end of your bike and I’ll carry the other end and we’ll just put my bike and your piece of **** in there before he notices.”

Gilbert was packing up his aluminum bats and was talking with Coach Deanda as The Giant and The Kid made quick work of shoving the two bikes into the back of the old camper.

There was just enough room in the back for the two bikes and two covert stowaways who happened to stumble upon Gilbert’s latest edition of Lowrider Magazine.

The Giant did the honors of flipping through the pages as the two boys gawked at the huge, ummm…tires, when suddenly they heard the driver side door to the camper creak open.

“Shut Up! The Giant motioned with his mouth and finger as Gilbert climbed into the camper’s driver seat and ripped out of the parking lot in his normal B-A-D A-S-S  M.O. (Modus Orangutan).

The camper drove down the road for about half a mile before The Giant and The Kid couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at a cartoon in the magazine illustrating a  fat Cholo character farting in a swimming pool and claiming the bubbles were from a non-existent Jacuzzi.

SCRRRRRECCCCHHHHH!!! 

Top five reasons why you’re still a Yankees Fan

1. If you live anywhere near The Bronx, chances are George Steinbrenner owns the deed to your housing development and you’re afraid he will evict you if he catches you wearing a Mets hat.
2. You “blew a hammy” after attempting former Yankees strength and conditioning coach Marty Miller’s eight-minute cha-cha kicks for stress relief and haven’t been able to reach the remote control to turn the channel.
3. You’re waiting for Oscar Goldman to be appointed the Yankees new Director of Performance Enhancement, because he is the most qualified person to “rebuild them.”
4. You’re still delusional that Roger Clemens will suit up for the Yankees – despite the fact that the current legal sports performance enhancements of Viagra, Ensure and Depends will only get him an extra inning or two.
5. You’ve been hanging out with former mini-boss Steve Swindal down at The Big Cypress bingo parlor in Florida -  watching the game on TV, sipping screwdrivers and yelling “Bingo” for no apparent reason.

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DID YOU SEE THAT ANGRY CHOLO DRIVING A CAMPER ON THE ROAD THE OTHER DAY!!!
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The Giant’s brother Gilbert rolled into the school parking lot in a beat up camper truck just as Coach Deanda was explaining to the Senators that a “Squeeze Play” was NOT a move executed on one’s girlfriend while she wasn’t looking.

The door to the beat up camper slammed shut and everyone instantly “made eyeballs” on a fast moving and pissed-off-looking Cholo in a “beanie cap” carrying a couple of aluminum bats over his shoulder.

Steve the Giant instantly began to tremble and it was the first time any of the Senators ever witnessed the menacing 6-footer even so much as flinch.

Gilbert was a B-A-D- A-S-S in every definition of the word.

Rumor had it that he had learned how to drive his dad’s camper at age nine and that by the age of twelve, he had won over thirty some odd after school fights – all of them ending in a bloody mess.

Gilbert was also a track and baseball star athlete with the local high school  - he was lightning fast and could hit just about anything.

Maybe that’s why Steve the Giant trembled.

Gilbert walked straight up to The Giant, who was instantly dwarfed by his six-foot-three older brother.

“Dad and me had another fight and I took off with the camper.  Instead of kicking you’re a-s-s to make me feel better, I decided to take it out on your sorry a-s-s little league team.”

The Senators also had never seen Steve the Giant ever smile – yet The Kid detected a small crease on The Giant’s upper lip that pointed to centerfield.

The Giant walked up to Coach Deanda and told him that Gilbert knew some practice drills the team could practice and before you knew it, The Senators started to resemble a real team.

The Kid would soon learn what the connection between Steve the Giant, his Cholo older brother and The Kid’s baseball glove with his mother’s name etched into it with a soldering iron was.

Finally - the Yankees blew their last "hammy," as strength and conditioning coach Marty Miller hits the "skids."

I guess it wasn't a good idea to have Mariano Rivera doing Yoga and Pilates and maybe it also wasn't such a good idea to have Johnny Damon workout with John Basedow's Fitness Made Simple DVD's.

G-