Me vs. The Mets: The First of Many

Don't get me wrong, I love the New York Mets. Ask my Mom and Dad- my emotions during the summer are eerily tied to the most recent performance of my favorite ball club. However, thy must be kicking themselves right now.
Last year they traded minor league starter Brian Bannister to the Kansas City Royals for Ambiorix Burgos, a reliever. Burgos was supposed to be a project for pitching coach Ric Petersen.
He did not pass the class, so to speak.
Bannister, on the other hand, was one of the best "rookie" pitchers last year (I quote because he had four awesome starts for the Mets in 2006), and this year is 3-0 with a 0.86 ERA.
I'm usually not critical of the Mets front office- hell, at the time I thought the Kazmir trade was a good deal (yeah, I know, I was wrong). However, as soon as the Bannister trade hit the media, I knew it was a huge huge huge mistake.
Looks like I was right, at least for now. Bannister is starting and Burgos is hurt.
Awesome.

Welcome to the New South, Part 4

The interviews today went extremely well. I'm very excited about the prospect of pursuing both positions (and the one I interviewed for yesterday). It is very reassuring to know that there are other people in this world who care about Student Affairs as much as, if not more, those I've already come into contact with. With each passing minute my career choice seems better and better.
I've also went to the gym the past two days, helping me to get back on that horse. After a week of being tired/sick/stressed, getting into a weight room felt good.
There was a marathon this morning-it made me think of Mom.

Welcome to the New South, Part 3

Yesterday was fun. Dinner at the Hard Rock took forever (an hour wait?!?!) but it was a nice experience. I ordered the Brisket sandwich, and just ate the brisket. It was fatty and tough, and no flavor. Nothing like Mom used to make.
I slept like a rock and just got back from the gym (and was briefly locked out of my room). But everything is everything, and I'm ready to hit up at least two more interviews today.

Let me rant and let me ramble

So this weekend is finally here. I'm anxious, nervous, apprehensive, and you get the idea. After nights of wondering what will happen, a few dreams, and a ton of conversation I am on my way to Binghamton. This should prove interesting.
I'm as over Jess as I'm going to be now. Dad put it best (and I'm paraphrasing here): "Men take a long time to get over their exes- well into their life. After a while, you just get used to seeing them around. Doesn't suck any less though."

I wonder what Mom had to say to this.