Deby has been following her favorite baseball team, the New York Yankees, as they claw their way up through the muck that is the playoffs. While Deby doesn't harbor any bad feelings or hatred for any of the other teams in either the American or National league (well, maybe with the sole exception of the Boston Red Sox) she is having quite a bit of difficulty understanding the intense hatred so many people have for the Damn Yankees. When Deby encounters a fervent Yankee Hater, she can't help but ask them "why?" The reasons boil down to the following:
The Yankees have bundles of unlimited money to fund their payroll account.
The Yankees scout out the best up-and-coming players from other teams and steal them away.
The other teams can't pay their players what the Yankees can, so their best players leave.
When the other teams raise the amount they pay their players, the Yankees just increase their offer.
I don't know about you, but Deby thinks these things define the very concept of Capitalism. Think of Corporate America. In particular, think of Microsoft vs all-the-other-companies-that-do-what-Microsoft-does:
Microsoft has bundles of unlimited money to fund their payroll account.
Microsoft scouts out the best up-and-coming "players" (CEO's) from other "teams" (companies) and steals them away.
The other "teams" can't pay their "players" what Microsoft can, so their best "players" leave.
When the other "teams" raise the amount they pay their "players", Microsoft just increases their offer.
Hmmmm. You can pretty much swap out the word "Microsoft" and insert any number of large, competitive organizations. The "players" are what make the organization successful. The largest, most successful corporations willingly pay the highest salaries for the best talent. No surprise there.
Now, Poor Deby is not a professional baseball player, but if she was I bet she would jump for joy if she received a letter in the mail from George Steinbrenner that said "We want YOU to play for the New York Yankees!"...
And, no matter what people say, Deby doesn't believe it's all about the money. Sure, making oodles of dough playing baseball for a living doesn't hurt, but there is just something about putting on those Yankee pinstripes. It's about playing for the team alongside the ghosts of all those legendary players.... Gehrig, Ruth, Dimaggio, Mantle, Ford, Durocher, Berra, Jackson ..... the list goes on and on, and it's still continuing today.
C.C. Sabathia fires in a fast one...
Andy Pettitte post launch...
Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez...
A-Rod about to hit one of his 500+ home runs...
So, until the Baseball Commissioner puts a cap on the salaries allowed to be paid to professional baseball players, Poor Deby says "Go Yankees! Go Capitalism!" That's the American Way.
Degree of Difficulty of the Day: A Grand Slam Home Run!
As a side note, Deby's husband, Dave, happens to be a Minnesota Twins fan. You can imagine the warm, fuzzy feelings going on in their home during the recent American League Division playoffs between the Twins and the Yankees. Poor Deby had to call their good friend, Jim, over to be the referee.... and here's the proof:
Now, can't we all just get along???
Cocktail of the Day:
all photos by Deby Alm http://www.flickr.com/photos/debyc/
Manhattan
3/4 oz sweet vermouth ("Vya Sweet Vermouth" if you're a N.Y. Yankee)
2-1/2 oz bourbon whiskey ("Crown Royal" if you're a N.Y. Yankee)
1 dash Angostura bitters
1 twist orange peel
Combine the vermouth, whiskey, and bitters with 2 - 3 ice cubes in a mixing glass. Stir gently, don't bruise the spirits and cloud the drink. Place the cherry in a chilled cocktail glass and strain the whiskey mixture over the cherry. Rub the cut edge of the orange peel over the rim of the glass and twist it over the drink to release the oils but don't drop it in.
Variation: No bitters. Substitute a twist of lime for the cherry and orange. Hold the lime twist in a lighted match over the drink and then drop it in. The heat really zips up the lime flavor.
Find this and more great cocktail recipes at: http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink580.html
So, Deby has this day job that she has to go to every day so she can do stuff like eat and buy gas to get to her day job and stuff. (Otherwise, Deby would post updates to this blog much more often. Geez... Deby just realized it's been ten whole days since she's been able to sit down and write a new post. Poor Deby!!) So today Deby's boss (I don't want to reveal names, so let's just call him Rob) asked Deby if she would pretty please remove an old, outdated map that was hanging on the wall in a gianormous frame and put a new updated map in it's place. Being a model employee, Deby said she would be more than happy to do this, even though this is not really on her job description and she wasn't sure if she was entirely qualified. Upon examining the frame, Deby quickly discovered this task would require the use of tools, namely a flathead screwdriver. Deby called down the hallway for her friend.... "Jim?..." but then she remembered Jim had just left for Buffalo, New York to visit his very first grandchild. Damn. Deby would be forced to complete this job herself after all. So, taking the gianormous frame and a screwdriver into a nearby storage room with ample floor space, Deby set to removing screws and brackets and thin little silver bendy things that pop into the air when the sides of the frame are loosened. The dismanteling part of the project went surprisingly well. No skin was punctured and no fingernails were even chipped! Deby removed the old, outdated map and put the new map in it's place under the plexiglass. Next came the reassembly of the gianormous frame. Deby carefully lined up the top and left side of the frame, lightly tightening the screws and brackets. But when she started to attach the bottom part of the frame to the left side, the previously placed brackets shifted, the plexiglass slipped out of place, and Deby pretty much had to start over. This happened many, many times, over and over, until finally, somehow, Deby managed to get all four sides of the frame secured, and the plexiglass stayed in place! This is where the real trouble began. Deby started shoving the thin little silver bendy things in between the frame and the backing when POP! The thin little silver bendy things shot straight up into the air and the sides of the frame fell apart. Just at that very moment, one of Deby's coworkers (let's just call him Paul) had walked into the room and witnessed this tragic event. Deby looked at him and said "I don't usually do this framing stuff. I have people who do this for me!" Deby then sat down right there on the floor and leaned against the wall. Paul looked at her and said "Boy. Your face is all red." I guess he decided it was a good idea to leave the room right about then, because he sure did, and quickly, too! Then Deby could hear Paul relating the story of what he had just witnessed to her other four co-workers, including her boss, Rob (and they're all men, mind you. Poor Deby!) She couldn't hear everything they were saying, but she did hear enough bits and pieces to determine that Paul had related what he saw and asked co-workers two and three and Rob if perhaps someone should assist Deby. But Rob quickly pointed out that if there were "things flying around and a pissed-off Deby", he was staying as far away as he could. All the other guys quickly agreed. So, now, more determined than ever to finish this task, Deby set her entire being to getting it done and getting out. With a great sense of pride and accomplishment, Deby marched into Rob's office and said "Here's your stupid frame. And here's the extra left-over parts" as she held out her hand and revealed several thin little silver bendy things. Poor Deby!! She really was framed!
Of course, Dave denies that he typed this. He blames it on the dog. How many times have we heard men blame "it" on the dog? Poor dogs!
In case you were wondering how the oven repair that took place during the worst-ever-heat-wave-in-Seattle turned out, well, Deby finally put the oven to the test yesterday. Since the oven repair only came with a 90-day warranty, Deby has been waiting for a nice, cool, typical Seattle-type day to fire up the oven for a 3 or 4 hour roast-test. The trouble was, Seattle weather just wouldn't cooperate. It's been warm, too warm to bake for hours on end, anyway, ever since the repair took place over a month ago. (Thank you, Global Warming!) With Thanksgiving fast approaching and the need to know if the repair was successful or not, Deby announced the test would commence on Sunday, September 6, regardless of the weather. The test dinner would be a sort of "practice" Thanksgiving dinner, a faux Thanksgiving, with a 13-pound turkey that required around 3-1/2 hours of roasting time. This test was necessary because Deby just couldn't bear the thought of a repeat of the horror of Thanksgiving 2008 (which included the still undercooked turkey several hours past the advertised dinner time as well as the Drunken Dog incident, which had nothing to do with the oven, by the way. And, to top it all off, this was Deby's first Thanksgiving with Dave following their wedding in September 2008!! Poor Deby!) When Deby announced to Dave that the test was to take place on Sunday, he prepared to send out a dinner e-vitation to everyone they knew when Deby stopped him and cried "What if the oven repair is a failure? It will be just like last Thanksgiving!" So, Dave agreed to keep the list small.... just their friends, Jim & Ann, and Dave's son, Sean. (Because, after all, if they killed off Jim & Ann with undercooked turkey, at least they would still have the rest of their friends left.) So, when Sunday came, it was as if the Gods were finally smiling on Poor Deby. It was a dark, cool, rainy, strangely almost Thanksgiving-type day. Football was on tv, Dave had a fire going in the fireplace, and the oven worked!!! In fact, it almost worked too well. Dave said he thought the white meat was a little too dry, but Deby quickly pointed out that's what the gravy is for. So, roast turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, green beans, corn, cranberry sauce, rolls with butter..... not to mention brownies for dessert... and of course, wine and good friends that we didn't kill off, all added up to a successful faux-Thanksgiving fest. I guess we won't have to leave town for Thanksgiving this year after all. Here's some photos to document the event:
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