What a Long Time Between Strange Trips: Well, this weekend my faith in music has been re-established. We saw the Dead (basically the Grateful Dead minus one Jerry Garcia), and to be honest, it was the best concert I have every been to in my entire life. Now, I've seen Phish god knows how many times, as well as dozens of festivals, and not to forget the 40 or so moe. shows I've seen. By the set the break, we decided that we would have to go to these Jones Beach shows at all costs. We actually made a nice little weekend out of the whole ordeal. Friday night was a late night putzing around NYC, which ended with Chris Au putting old blue cheese dressing on Mumble's upper lip while he was passed out. Don't worry, Jay was good enough to tape the entire transaction. About 4 hours later, we were on the road for old Ill-a-Delph. Last time I was there, I went to the all time worst party, and to no surprise, it was hosted by Mike Keen. Now, Ann Marie had a zillion hotel points, so we got a free room at the Hampton Inn-Centre City. We hit up the lot rather early, and despite Paul, Buch and myself spending 2 hours roaming the beautiful streets of Camden, NJ to find one broken ATM after another, we managed to find a dash of time to reflect on days of old. Not really.... Solid roster, which included Tom MCCrorey, Rita and Pete just to name a few. Inside, the show was unreal. So many greats from back in the day, including China Doll, Eyes of the World, Mason's Children, and Playing in the Band, just to rattle of a few. Also, Willie Nelson played the entire first set with them, and Joan Osborne was on vocals all show. Greg Osby even jumped in on sax for the entire second set. Amazing. If you used to listen to the Dead in high school or college, it's worth checking out one more time. Jay Camhi was also nice enought to follow up the show with an encore of projectile vomitting in the back seat of my car. Yes, some of it got on my back and my prestigious authentic Rasheed Wallace jersey. Most of it got on my car door. But if you thought that Camhi was going end on that note, you had another thing coming. He came back for yet another encore of puking, but this time he got it into a Stew Leonards bag, rather than my back door and back.

Got Job?: Well, I finally got a new job. I would have posted this earlier, but I had to wait for all the tests and background checks to come through. I spoke with my recruiter, and she told me that I'm good to go, so as of July 1st, I'm going to be the newest employee of Slim·Fast Food Company, which is owned by Unilever. My official title is International Web Developer. I'm pretty pumped, especially since this is a great, stable company to work for, their office is in Times Square in NYC, the position gets me out of the foxhole of backend programming, something I was being forced into at Boehringer. All the people were amazing. Very bright, very energentic. Good vibes and just a great place. Now, step two is to get my fat ass out of Dobbs Ferry, and move to Manhattan or Brooklyn. I've already been eyeing CraigsList, and Katee Frost needs a roomate, as does Brad Silvers. So the I need to look over my options and go from there. I should probably inquire about job security before I do anything too crazy.

Got Dickman?: On Baseball-Reference.com, if you donate money to the site, they let you sponser a page. I figured the least I could do was send 5 beans to them for the good work they do. The site has every stat possible from the late 1800's to now. Now I was only willing to cough up 5 clams at most, so my options were limited. There would be no sponsoring the 1995 Yankees or anything like that. My first choice was to sponser the Rusty Kuntz page, but it was already taken by some die-hard Tigers fan who will always remember Rusty for his go ahead sac fly in the 84 Series, rather than the fact his last name is Kuntz. My second choice was Pussy Tebeau. Guess what? Taken! The best part is the quote for the sponsership reads nothing more that "We love Pussy!" Mel Hall...taken. Pat Kelly...taken. Ron Kittle....taken. Bobby Meacham...taken. Claudell Washington....10 bucks because he weasled his way into two All-Star games with Altanta and Oakland. My choice became rather simple. I'm proud to anounce that Kanakaraj.com is now the offical sponsor of Emerson Dickman, a washed up bullpen scrub on the Red Sox from 1936-1941.

A Game of Numbers: You can get the updated wiffleball stats here. We had a game yesterday, I took the L after decalring that I would light up Jay Camhi. I'll tip my visor to him for now, but there is still a lot of wiffleball left to be played.

300!: For those of you who know me, you understand that there are a few things that I hate in life. I hate losing in whiffleball, I hate the Red Sox and Mets, and I hate the entire city of Oakland. As a Jets fan, the Raiders have absolutly embarrassed Gang Green several times over, not to mention that they have to go back out to Oakland to play again this season. The A's are a different story. I can't stand the A's. Everyone swings from Eric Chavez's jock like it's going out of style. My gripe is that they have one of the best teams in baseball, yet fans refuse to attend games. It's an insult to any baseball fan. Why? Because they don't like the owner? Give me a break, this just further proves my theory that there is no place for baseball in the west coast. If you go to a game and bring Thundersticks, you should be beaten with them. My friend Lisa knows how much I hate Oakland, and was kind enough to send this link to me to further justify my hatred for that wreched city. It's kind of funny, people have started putting these obnoxious whistles on their mufflers. So now everyone can hear you as you speed off to 7-Eleven for a slurpie and porn.

300!: PK and I are finally reaping the benefits of these Yankee season tickets we purchased. We were in attendence for Roger Clemens bid at 300 wins on Friday night. Despite the rain and cold, and the fact that PK wore nothing more than a t-shirt, it was one of those games that you will tell your grand-kids about. Electric... Section 37 was in full effect... When I saw this game on the schedue, I wanted to go to give Tino Martinez and Joe Girardi their proper ovation during their first trip to Yankee Stadium since they played here. I figured Clemens would have 300 at this point, but it was just icing on the cake. I'll be honest with you, I'm not a hugh Clemens fan, in fact it was embedded in my head as a child to hate this man with everything I had. But no true Yankee fan can dispute the fact that he's been very good for us. He pitched some big games for us, nailed Mike Piazza in the head, and even took home a Cy Young award. Most importantly, he saved Andy Pettitte's career. Andy hit the skids in '99, and it was the Rocket who helped straighten him out.

eBay Rocks!: I've said it before and I will say it agian, eBay is the home of all things ridiculous. Check out this link, not a bad price for a good old fashion, passionate ass whoopin.

God Bless Tim Wiffle: Nothing like the smell of cat poop and Ethan's dirty garage to bring in the start of another fine Wiffleball season. We had our Opening Day game yesterday, where Paul Kanakaraj logged his first ever complete game shutout. John Buchalter struggled with his location in the first, but settled down to regain the form he showed last season. Both pitchers had no-hitters into the 5th inning. Ethan Schapira came in for one inning and gave up one earned run, struggling like he did the previous season. With all that said, it's good to have wiff back in DF. With the crappy weather, it was great to get out there and have a few moments under the sun.

More St. Thomas Pics: Buchalter finally got his pics developed. We have a few gems here, including the shot of a burried Buchalter in the sand with boobs. Peep them. I also added a few new faces to the Kanakaraj.com Wall of Shame.