Afternoon Baseball

I finally bought the Franz Ferdinand album the other day after listening to it in the Greyhound office for the last few months. I bought it only because it came with a second disc with a few extra songs, as well as being on sale. I'm cheap, I know. It's a great album, though, and they say they're about to record a new album, which is good news.
I also dug out the old Our Lady Peace album Clumsy over winter break, but forgot to bring the CD back with me to school (I only have a couple of the songs on my computer there). So I had to catch up again this week. As good a band as they are, this 1997 release is still probably their best. The song that I never really ever listened to before is the last one, "Car Crash." Has a bass and drums opening that really plods along to some drawn-out vocals that wind up into some big guitar sections. But the craziest part is how high his voice gets throughout. It's like he's not even trying, either.

Anyways, following the Yankees in spring training is always an exercise in patience. They don't play any of their real players, lose every time they go out there, but it doesn't matter at all. Following the medical reports is a better sign of how the Yanks are doing. Randy says he's fine, hopefully Sheff will be ready, there's been no news of Bernie's knee failing him (his talent is another story) and Jeter hasn't hurt himself yet.
Best of all, A-Rod seems like he might not be so star-struck this year. I'm glad he realized that working out is the most important thing, and that wives and/or children just get in the way (ask Tiger Woods, Chuck Finley, and every basketball player from high school to the NBA).

As far as running, probably nobody will care, but I think I'm actually going to jump into a race. The knee still is a little weak, although the tendonitis is pretty much gone. My fitness is in the crapper, though. So this race will be bad. But hopefully I can get into one on Saturday and at least have a barometer for where I am -- and if I can salvage the spring season.