Drunk, Sleeping Fan Victimized by Beer Cups at Shea Stadium


Y'know. You can tell that fans have given up when what happens in the seats is more interesting than what happens on the field.

It's a long one, but it's funny.

Really Cool Wii Ad on YouTube


WarioLand Shake for the Wii - just watch and wait. You won't be disappointed.

The game doesn't look to shabby either. Might have to pick up this one after all ...

New York ...


So, a little disappointed in the Mets. Not fully and completely disappointed, but they are pushing it. They have the Wild Card, but after last year's self-destruct, you would think they would've taken the added measures to make sure they don't repeat. They have the talent -- I guess it is just a mental game at this point.

Two things are for sure, the Rockies proved well what a fluke last year was (c'mon Kaz couldn't have made THAT much of a difference ...) and the Yankees are no where near the playoffs. Sad for the Rox, not so much for the Yankees. Part of being a Mets fan is being happy that the Yankees are not doing well. LOL.

In other NY related stuff, I'm going to NY twice next month - just booked both trips. The late one may be interesting as I am traveling with my boss and I will be coming back on Halloween. We shall see. I hope the Mets are still playing, at least while I am there for one of the trips (hopefully both). Well, either way, it'll be nice to go back again.

A little crazy, but I'm proud


My mom now has a MySpace page. You read that right.

At first, I wasn't sure what to think of that. Then I got a bit of pride because she's come a long way - she (a) used to be someone who was somewhat paranoid (probably still a bit) about people having access to ANY info about her and (b) was not the kind of person to get up in front of a group, let alone have an online 'persona'.

Now, this doesn't mean you can go and stalk my mom. Or hit on her. And don't spam her please! We don't want to scare her away. Heh.

But if you know me and her, feel free to add her as a friend. :)

- Ken