Been getting (fake) emails up the yin yang from disgruntled BingBong enthusiasts wondering where my intelligent, sarcastic, handsome articles have been over the past week or so. Well, I am here to tell you I am back, and to give you a taste of what my life has been like the past week. Let me preface this by saying that, by this point in the year, rumors among the recent law school graduates (read: nerds) were that the bar results for New York and New Jersey would be coming any day.
Monday 11/2
I break my own cardinal rule and hate myself for it. Brad (who was celebrating his 27th birthday) and Tino were planning on going out to a bar in Madison to watch Game 5 of Yankees-Phillies. Those that know me know my thoughts on going out for big sporting events: I don't heart it. My home-road splits would make Bill James have a stroke.
But, it was my buddy's birthday and the Yankees did have a 3-1 lead. This difference legitimately played a role in my choice to go out that night. Had it been 2-2 or had the Yankees been facing elimination, there's a 99% chance I would've gone straight home.
As it turns out, AJ Burnett pooped himself on three days rest (a move which I did not agree with but can't fault Girardi for going for it). And Tino, Brad, and I decided to go back to the apartment in the 5th inning. And the Yankees outscored the Phillies after we made that move. Coincidence? Please.
No bar results yet.
Wednesday 11/4
If my life was a golf tournament, this was "moving day." The day at work was tense. That day, on the New York Bar website, a note was posted that New York bar results would be released the next morning. Simply reading this message made my heart pound. Not only that, the New Jersey Bar website stated that its results would be released Monday 11/9 at 4pm. So there it is. Oh and one other thing. There was a Game 6 of the World Series going on in the Bronx.
Once again, I break my own rule and meet up with Brad, Tino, and Jeff at the Famished Frog in Morristown. The place is packed with Yankee fans. The Bud Lights are going down like water. Hideki Matsui, a player I've probably castigated more than any other this season, became unconscious and carried the Yankees. While all this was going on, as much as I was enjoying the march toward #27, my mind was racing. My summer of hell was going to culminate in a mere 10 hours. I didn't make mention of this during the game because it was neither the time nor the place. But, needless to say, I was able to watch a lot of the post-game because I was unable to sleep.
Thursday 11/5
Log into my computer. Click on Internet Explorer. No results. Refresh. No results. Refresh. No results. This would go on for many minutes until I finally was notified of the link to check the results. I was alone in my office. My hands were shaking like Brad Lidge with a three run lead. I slowly typed in my ID number and other relevant contact information. The screen goes completely blank. A message appears. My eyes are darting all over the place looking for any sign of hope. After quickly scanning the page, I read more slowly. And it's GOOOOOOOOOD!
I felt like Tiger sinking a 40 foot eagle chip-in without Steve Williams. I simply put my arms in the air and silently yelled to myself like Jerry and George did when they were offered to do a pilot for NBC. To channel my inner Mike Francesa: this was huu-yuuuge.
Friday 11/6
With a busy weekend on tap, I stay in with a roommate who shall remain nameless (to protect his identity) and played Halo for the first time in about 6 months. For 3 hours. Unrelated note: I'm single.
Saturday 11/7
Met up with a couple friends from RU to celebrate the passage of the New York bar. Eventually, we'd meet up at McCarthy's in Hoboken to celebrate Tino's birthday. Dollar drafts all night is alright by me. The night would culminate by taking a car service home, with a large pepperoni pie in tow. College.
Sunday 11/8Tino and I head to Giants Stadium to take in the Giants-Chargers game on an unseasonably warm November day that turned into night. We end up sitting in front of an adorable mother who, when the Giants had a 1st and 25 following a penalty, exclaimed, "What is 1 and 25??? Is that even possible???"
Well the game itself was great for the first 59+ minutes. Then Phil Rivers decided he was mad the Giants traded him on draft day in 2004 I guess. Giants head into the bye week sizzling hot riding a 4 game losing streak. Awesome. Oh, and New Jersey results are coming in less than 24 hours.
Monday 11/9
Rumors were flying that the results would come before the 4pm promise to avoid having the site crash from all the traffic at one time. That's all I needed to log onto the site. Check for results. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Nothing.
So, I go on with my day, watching the clock like I was a 5th grader in a late afternoon social studies class. I wish I could've had Alex Mack or Hiro Nakamura to fast forward time to get me to 4pm. Just a brutal wait.
3:57. 3:58. 3:59:01. 3:59:32. 3:59:59. 4:00:01. Refresh. It's up. And...IT'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! It's a sweeeeeeeeeep! This time, I pop out of my chair and pace back and forth, giving double Chris DiMarco fist pumps. I'm pleased my home state for which I have so much pride didn't let me down.
The summer of hell (a.k.a. studying all day, never getting on the golf course) all of a sudden became worth it. My era of studying for exams came and went. I can be a real person again. I'm not sure whether that is actually something to celebrate or not.
Anyway, there's my week. A 27th championship for the New York Yankees. A Friday night staying in playing video games. An actual social night out on Saturday. A beautiful night at Giants Stadium sullied by a last minute 1 point loss. And two big clicks of the "Refresh" icon.
It feels good to be back. Trust me...the battle between GG and The OC will be waged soon.
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