Daily Archives: September 9, 2008

September 9, 2008

No TV for Me

Last night around 11:30 p.m., it was thunderstorming in the Indianapolis metro area. As I stood in front of my bathroom sink brushing my teeth, a loud crackling sound emminated from right in front of me. Before I could figure out exactly what it was coming from, there was a resounding POP and a spark the size of a baseball flashed out of the wall outlet, followed by smoke.

Thankfully, the spark was as short-lived as the Reds’ postseason hopes, and nothing ignited. However, it wasn’t until this morning that we began to realize the full impact of our little lightening strike. The garage doors wouldn’t open, the thermostat wouldn’t work, the router was toast, and the satellite wouldn’t boot up.

The Crack Technical Staff was all over the backup router, but the satellite guy won’t be here until Friday afternoon. Why so long? I figure they must think that they’ll save money on shipping their product.

It’s a good opportunity for me to dig into the ol’ mailbag and see what’s in there. Of course, I cleaned out the ol’ mailbag recently, so there isn’t much except a site of Flash games requesting a link exchange. Of course, since the site doesn’t have a blog roll, I’m not sure how that would happen. And since it contains Flash games, I’m not sure why I would want it to. I tell you, spammers just don’t target their messages these days.

OK, enough of that crap. There must be a radio around here somewhere!

September 9, 2008

Reds 5, Brewers 4: Playing the Spoiler Card

Reds (65-79)0100000135110
Brewers (82-62)120010000460
W: Burton (5-1) L: Torres (6-5) S: Cordero (28)


One night after jumping all over Cubs closer Kerry Wood, the Reds did the same thing to Brewers closer Salomon Torres. I watched the game and was surprised to see the Reds come back to win. It was fun. Should the team ever get serious about winning and fire Dusty Baker, I could definitely get used to winning ball games.

Unfortunately, that’s the last baseball game I’ll be seeing for a while. Shortly after the game was over, a thunderstorm rolled in. One lightning strike was close enough to send a powerful surge through the house. How powerful? Enough that flames briefly shot out of the GFCI outlet in the bathroom. Oh, and it killed the satellite, too, among other things.

So the last Reds game I’ll see in about a week before the technician arrives was a win. And a fun win. The only downside was that it, like most wins “managed” by Baker, occurred in spite of Baker. There’s a reason they’ve lost so many this year.