Thursday, February 24, 2011

How Many Days NOW?

34 days! That's one AJ Burnett or two John Flahertys, or two Shelley Duncans, or some guy from 2007 (twice) whom I don't even remember.

So close. So very, very, very, VERY close.

See you on March 31? I'm taking a religious holiday off of work - no joke, I seriously put that in the email. I haven't received a response, so I might be fired. Fired in the name of baseball. Not a bad way to go...

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

How many days?

Mo knows how many days...Do you?


Forty two days!!!

That's 42...


Color blind? Here...


Forty two days until baseball's home opener at Yankee Stadium.

Not that I'm counting, or anything like that...

*Dear God, please make the next 42 days pass as quickly as possible. Amen and love, Joanna

Monday, February 14, 2011

Lunch Break: It's a Beautiful Day

Hooray for Valentine's Day and all, but what has me excited today are these two things: it's currently 57 degrees and sunny in New York City and the Yankees' pitchers and catchers are reporting in Florida as I type this.

The talk so far has been about C.C.'s weight loss (which I've known about through my own extremely private, no-I-will-never-reveal-who-he-or-she-is source) from his reduced intake of Cap'n Crunch, but there have been rumblings about AJ, who is set to hit the bullpen tomorrow morning, including this NY Post blog article, where AJ is  quoted about the support from (sigh) his lovely wife.

Every conversation I have had about the 2011 Yankees season has included me as the lone defender of AJ Burnett. I do honestly believe that is going to come out of whatever bs he was in last year and make this a fantastic year. I only know this on my own dumb feeling and also the (maybe too blind) faith that I put in Yankees to perform as Yankees should.

On a related note, last week, Ashley was lucky enough to sit courtside at a Knicks Game. I don't know who they were playing, nor do I care, but I am quite jealous that she was literally feet from Joe Girardi, as pictured below:

Joe and his family at the Knicks on February 9, 2011 
(Image/Ashley N. Julian, the 1st. Photo assistant, Isabelle Julian)

I asked Ash to introduce herself to Joe and tell him about my blog but she had a rare bashful moment (and claimed he was too swarmed) so she didn't. Next time, Gadget!

Friday, February 4, 2011

I Will Always Love You...

I'm going to try to live blog the Andy Pettitte press conference. Stay tuned, kiddies.

10:26 a.m.: The press conference can be viewed here.

10:28 a.m.: I'm really trying not to cry. Especially since it hasn't even started yet.

10:29 a.m.: To quote Homer Simpson, "Here comes 2!"

10:31 a.m.: It's not working on Yankees.com. I might lose it.

10:33 a.m.: Well, this is the worst live blog ever (Of the two I have done). The streaming video isn't even working. I can only tell what's going on via Twitter.

10:37 a.m.: Apparently, it hasn't begun yet. Hold please!

10:39 a.m.: It finally started. As a PR Girl, I should have expected the delay. I'm not digging the silver shirt on Andy.

10:40 a.m.: Happy birthday, Laura Pettitte! Yay Aquarians!

10:41 a.m.: G-chat conversation:  

Ashley:  i'm going to cry
he is one of the first yankees i loved
 me:  me too
me too
he was my first yankees crush
10:41 a.m.: Shhhh! Andy is speaking!

10:42 a.m.: "As a man, you wanna work. You're gonna work." God, that's sexy.

10:43 a.m.: My next career goal, after making it into grad school, is to write talking points for baseball players. AJ?

10:45 a.m.: "Heck, I guess I could sit here and ramble all day..." and I would listen, baby.

10:49 a.m.: He said it just didn't feel right. To me either, but in the opposite way...

10:50 a.m.: Is groin his favorite word? Also, Andy, your injury was not a work of God, it was the Devil.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Waiting is the hardest part...

I feel like all I'm doing right now is waiting. I waited for Derek Jeter to re-sign as the Yankees' mascot, I'm waiting for pitchers and catchers to report (so soon, sooooooooo soon!!!), waiting for Spring Training to begin (Ash and I are planning a trip down in March), waiting (incredibly impatiently) for March 31 and now, I'm waiting to hear if I got accepted to grad school.

I've spent the past several weeks, possibly months, agonizing over my graduate school application. I have my eye on Hunter College's MFA program for Creative Writing and I really can't see myself going anywhere else so Hunter is the only place where I applied.

I wrote several short stories for my application, many of them based on my life but turned into fiction for the program. Nothing was quite right and I started to panic as the deadline approached.

Then, I remembered a short story I had written a year earlier for a contest that I never entered. The story was about a man named Jack. I took the four page story and turned it into twenty one pages. Why does this matter? Well, despite being a story about a fifty-four year old man who works at Barney's on Madison Avenue, I still worked in the Yankees.

The main character flashes back to a date he had fifteen years earlier at Yankee Stadium. Since my first trip to the old stadium was in 1999, I could only assume that what I wrote about the 1996 Stadium was accurate, but I did include that Andy Pettitte, in his second year in the MLB, was pitching the game.

Andy approves of his mention in my graduate school application (Image/AP)

I won't know until March at the earliest if I made it into the program, which commences in the fall. I'll let ya'll know as soon as I know. Unless it's bad news, then let's pretend I never applied at all.