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It’s Halloween, the day when we all get together and give ourselves the willies. Voluntarily.

It’s an amazing phenomenon, really.

A day before some of our churches tell us to honor All Saints and 2 days before some of our churches tell us to honor All Souls (ie. Anyone Who’s Dead At The Present Time), we all get to dress up and give each other a good laugh or a good scare or both. I always thought it fun, and never really bought into the whole “spooky” thing. I pretty much always had a good time on Halloween and my pants generally stay on as far as being scared goes.

Until this year.

I’ve found 4 words that send chills down my spine, that turn my hair whiter, that make me want to run screaming into the night:

World Champion Philadelphia Phillies.

Now THAT’S scary…

So…

Anything…y’know…big happen in my absence?

Let’s see, when you & l last spoke, The Mets were dreadful, Willie Randolph was the manager, the Worlds Champeen Giants had just got their rings and were wondering what would happen with Jeremy Shockey and Sarah & I were in the process of buying our house.

In a nutshell, the Mets had been good for awhile, but now they’re dreadful again

Willie Randolph is no longer the manager, Jerry manuel is.

The Giants sent Shockey to New Orleans.

And the house? Aaaah, the house…

We made an offer on April 1, it was accepted on April 2, we closed on May 15. Fairly quick process, no?

OK.

So Friday, May 23 was moving day — Friday of Memorial Day weekend. I was staying home to supervise while my wife went to work.

My mother-in-law had an appointment in the City and didn’t want to leave my father-in-law home alone, so she had asked if he could help us out in any way with the move. “Of COURSE,” we say. PS – my father-in-law doesn’t drive anymore; if he can’t get a lift, he takes a NJ Transit train wherever he needs to go.

So, the movers show up on my old doorstep at 8:20 AM, as planned. Great. They’re going along loading stuff into the truck and I get a call at about 8:40 from PC Richards, delivering the Sony 40-inch to the new house. “We’ll be there in about a half hour-45 minutes,” they say. Fine.

I tell the head moving guy, “Listen, I gotta go over to the new place because I’m having a TV delivered and I’ll be back in about an hour or so.” Fine.

So I go, the PC Richards guys are already there and they bolt the Sony to the wall. It’s frikken AMAZING! We put a DVD in to test it out and …well…Michael Strahan was sitting in my lap! Unbelievable.

Anyway, I start heading back to the old place to supervise again. On the way, I stopped in Stop ‘N’ Shop to grab a Pepsi. As I’m leaving there, I get a call from my father-in-law. He says, “My wife went into the City today and thought it would be a good idea if I came down to help out where I can.”

“No problem,” says I. “We’ve got just the job for you: you can help us finish screwing in the new handles on the kitchen cabinets!”

“Great,” he says. “Now, what train station do I get off at to get to you?” So I tell him and he goes, “Oh. Well, I may not have enough for train fare.”

So I said, “OK, I’ll call Leigh (my sister-in-law) and see if she can either pick you up & drop you off down here or give you some money for the train.”

So I call Leigh and she puts my brother-in-law on the phone – he was working from home that day. So we work it out that he’ll drop my father-in-law at our old place, seeing as he didn’t know where the new place was. Meanwhile, as I was talking and driving, I realized that I didn’t have enough cash to tip the movers & cable guys later, so I headed back to the bank to get some more cash.

So while I’m on my way back to the old place, I get a call from my office. We had some notes coming due and some proceeds coming in from a note sale, but I had already had this move scheduled, so I made myself accessible via cell phone. So my boss says, “The payout didn’t go through. We’re $160,000 short.” I said, “What do want me to do?” He says, “Call Jay [my assistant] and talk him through making a transfer. His hair is standing on end right now.”

So I call Jay and he’s not at his desk. Now what? So I call my boss back and he says, “Call his cell phone.” So I call his cell phone. Not there. I leave a message. He calls me back 2 minutes later, cool as can be. “Oh, no. I handled it, no problem.” I said, “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’m here to talk you through it.”

“No, no. I’m fine. It’s done.”

OK

So by this time, I’m about back to our old place. I turn the corner…no moving truck, no men hauling furniture. Bad…very bad!

So I turn around – don’t even park – and head to the new house. My first move was to call my brother-in-law, who by now is blocks from the old place. So I said, “Don’t go to the old place, go to the new one: I’ll give you directions.”

He says, “Well, I’m almost at your door. I’m coming up to your stop sign.” I said, “OK, take a right at the stop, sign and…”

He goes “Wait! Did you just go left at the stop sign?” I had. He says, “Well, slow down. I’ll follow you.”

So I pulled over and he caught up with me and we caravanned, finally, to our new house.

He comes in and immediately starts exploring. Meanwhile, my father-in-law starts screwing in door handles and I’m pacing, wondering where the Hispanic men with the big truck could possibly have gone with our furniture.

Then, my brother-in-law leaves. Fine.

I go to call the moving company and as I’m talking to them I see the truck pull up. Whew! So they’re unloading our stuff and I’m telling ‘em where to put things and so on.

I get a call from Cablevision to install the cable/phone/internet. “I’m running ahead of schedule and would it be OK if I came over now?” Absolutely!

So the movers go along and bring stuff in.

The Cablevision installers arrive – one guy and a trainee on his third day on the job. So I show the lead guy where I want the modem installed and he asks if there was a phone line in the room. No. “Well, I have to drill, then.” I said, “You do whatever you need to do.”

I go back downstairs and I’m talking to the movers and talking to Sarah on the cell phone and I hear the smoke alarm go off. I think nothing of it – probably sawdust got in there.

Then I hear and see the lead cable guy come bolting down the stairs yelling “FIRE! WE’VE GOT FIRE!”

So he runs down the basement and turns off all the circuit breakers. Then we all go out to the side of the house where he starts yelling for a hose.

I give him the nozzle and tell him to run with it. I turn on the water and he gets the flames out.

Meanwhile one of my new neighbors saw sparks & flames coming out of the side of the house and called 911.

Turns out, he drilled right through the electrical conduit on the outside of the house where it runs into the electric meter.

And then put it out with water.

An electrical fire.

With water.

Well, the Fire Dept. showed up and made sure everything was cool with their thermal imaging cameras and J C P & L came and shut the service off from the street.

I told the cable guy, “Man, you’d better go play the number tonight, ‘cause you’re the luckiest thing on 2 legs.”

He says, “Whaddaya mean?”

I said, “Well, first of all, I don’t know how you didn’t get shot across the room when you hit the wires…”

He goes, “I was holding the rubber handle on the drill.”

I says, “And number 2, you DO realize that you put water on an electrical fire, right?”

He goes, “Man! I didn’t know what else to do…”

So we called an electrician we knew and he came and put new wires in, J C P & L came back and turned the power back on around 9:00.

And that was day 1 in our new home.

It’s been so long…

Anyway, technical gremlins have kept me from keeping The Serval Zippers Sign a going concern.

So, I have some tenative hope that this thing will keep going through the summer & beyond.

We shall see…

Anyway, hi!

Not feeling like writing a whole lot today. It was an off-day yesterday and the weather is most dreary today. I’m still obviously excited about our new purchase and I’m up to the G’s in loading my iPod touch — alphabetically by artist’s last name, in case you’re wondering.

Maine vs. Hudson tonight in Atlanta. Looks to be a very good pitching matchup.

Oh! Here’s something…

The fallout from Pedro’s injury has fallen on me. I have tickets for Saturday, April 12 vs. the Brewers. Going by the initial rotation that was talked about, I was gonna get a Johann Santana start.

But now, with Pedro out, Oliver Perez gets pushed up to start the Opener on Tuesday and I get…the immortal Nelson Figueroa!

Jesus, I’d rather see Ed Figueroa…

Sarah and I just bought a house!

Our first home ownership, after 9 years of renting.

The lawn is ours. The basement is ours. The 3 bedrooms & 2.5 baths are ours. The driveway is ours. The dining room, living room, kitchen, family room and patio are ours.

We can hang stuff on the walls and not worry about a security deposit.

We can put in a bar.

We have to find out when garbage gets picked up.

It’s ours.

I’ll admit it. I drank the Kool-Aid.

It tasted so good last September. I sat there, Labor Day at the Jersey Shore. The beach house we’ve rented for the past 6 years…a nice, hot, sunny Monday…my friend Jason from Faith and Fear and his family watched it with us. Pedro was back! Pedro was dominant — ok, so it was against the woeful Reds, but so what? Pedro was back. No stoppin’ us now, baby!

Well, there was stoppin’ us after all, as we all know. That was no fault of Pedro’s, though. Down the stretch, The Man went 3-1.

This spring — a bare couple of weeks ago — the word was all good. Pedro was throwing easy, everybody said. Oooo, if Pedro’s all the way back, the Mets are unstoppable, everybody said. Pedro, himself, said “I feel as good as I ever did. I feel as good as 1999, 2000. Ready to pitch.” For a fleeting moment, I thought this sounded distressingly familiar.

Because I remember the summer of 1980.

In the summer of 1980, Muhammed Ali was coming out of a year-and-a-half’s retirement to take on World Heavyweight Champion Larry Holmes. He trained. Hard. OH, how he trained! He appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated looking less like a bloated Muhammed Ali and more like a lithe and lean Cassius Clay. He was ready to reclaim his rightful title for the 4th time. He told us all. Repeatedly. And a whole big mess of us believed him. I know I did.

In early October, Muhammed Ali was absolutely destroyed by Larry Holmes.

I should have listened to myself.

If you haven’t heard, Pedro had to leave last night’s game in the 4th — having thrown 57 mainly ineffective pitches — when he felt pain and heard a “pop” from his hamstring. I believe he’s being MRI’d as we speak.

Now, there’s half of me that wants to keep the sunny side up..up…and say hey, it’s only game 2, Pedro will probably be back in May, look what they did last year without him, blahblahblah. But I can’t help but think that — Santana or no Santana — this franchise still hasn’t completely shaken off the black cloud that’s been hovering since last June.

Oh, how I want to be wrong.

…Where have I been?

Out of my brain on the 5:15. Or, more accurately, the 10:07.

Let me ’splain…

I participate in personal growth & development courses with Landmark Education. Have been for 10 years. It’s awesome, incredible stuff. Let’s say that without it, I wouldn’t have my fabulous wife, my position at work, my attitude…I could go on & on & on & on…

So anyway, this past weekend, I was at a course in Los Angeles, which was absolutely awesome! Sarah came with me because it was my birthday on Saturday (43, if you’re askin’). She had already done the course, so she was basically hangin’ out in LA for a weekend. We flew out on Friday afternoon & took the red-eye back on Sunday night. Hence, the 10:07…

So we got home yesterday morning, flopped for some “real” sleep, went out for some intense househunting (we took the day off) and got back home in time.

In time to watch Johann Santana hang a masterpiece in baseball’s Louvre.

I cannot tell you what a charge I got watching Johan the Magnificent make mincemeat out of the Marlins. (Hmmm…sounds tasty…) The innings flew by and but for some asinine umpiring, this might have been an even more historic start than it already was, if you get my drift.

So I’m watching the Mets go up 6-2. The clock strikes 6:20 and I have to leave to go to another Landmark seminar, up in Morristown. On the way, I hear that Johann is done for the day — having gone 7 and tossed exactly 100 pitches — and replaced by Matt Wise. Wise gives up a leadoff single to Josh Willingham. OK. Coax a double-play ball and we’re golden, sez I.

Next guy pops out. OK. Not as good, but I’ll take it. By now, I’m sitting outside the building where the seminar is being held.

Next guy hits a roller to short which Wayne Hagin seemed to think was destined to be a double-play ball but was amazed when Willingham pulled in safely to 2B.

Whoa.

Visions of September 2007! Or more accurately, visions of opening day 2005, when Pedro Martinez pitched brilliantly, only to have Braden Looper give up 2 homers in the 9th to lose it.

I was listening on the radio, but I could see the shoulders slump and I knew — I knew — that this would open the door to at least a 5-run inning. Willie would bring in Schoeneweis to face the lefty — which he did — and leave him in two batters too long and I’d find out that the Good Guys lost 9-6 or something. And I hated that I had to go inside.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that Schoeneweis — facing his lefty and no one else — Jorge Sosa and Aaron Heilman combined to completely shut down the Fish and preserve yet-another Opening Day win for the Metsies.

Reyes looked like Jose! even though he’s officially 0-for-1 in steal attempts. I think umpiring will be an adventure this year — isn’t it contract time for the boys in blue? Wright began his MVP campaign, as did Beltran in a characteristically quiet way. Delgado did nothing, which is troubling.

So now it’s for real…

Where have I been?

Well, took a little Easter break from the blogosphere, that’s where.

Sarah & I went out and got that computer upgrade we talked about — a Gateway 500 gig jobby with a 19″ monitor! I’ve been happily downloading and converting my CDs (boy! I have a lot of music…). Then on Saturday we had Easter dinner I at Sarah’s parents’ place along with my brother-in-law, sister-in-law and their kids. Then, on Sunday after Church, we went to Easter dinner II at my cousin Chrissie’s house in Long Beach. That one included all her siblings, their spouses and children and assorted in-laws.

It took me a full workday yesterday to recover…

So what have I missed?

El Duque and Pelfrey laid a couple of eggs on Easter. The 5th starter slot is now officially up in the air and a concern.

A concern to the media — but not to me — is that it looks like Duaner Sanchez may remain in Port St. Lucie after the team breaks camp. I call this a good move: he gets to build his stamina with no pressure on him. Though he’s gotta be sick of PSL by now (he’s been there since early November), it’s not like last year when he was actually injured and had no shot of pitching at all. This way, he may see Flushing around the middle-to-the-end of April. I’ll take it.

Meanwhile, on the offensive side, my friend Greg pines for the return of Jose! Reyes. So do I…

OK, so I’m a newborn babe as far as maintaining my own blog. That doesn’t mean blogging is a subject that’s completely unknown to me. All those links on the right-hand side of this page? I’ve posted to all of ‘em. So, if you’ve read anything I’ve written anywhere, you’ll know I hold this opinion:

I have the best wife on the planet.

Really…

The. Best.

My birthday is coming up next week, on the 29th (Don’t bother sending flowers or anything; we’ll be out of town). Anyway, yesterday, Sarah calls me at work and says “I wanna do something fun tonight.” So I was figuring we’d take in a movie or something. She says, “Let’s go to the mall. I have something in mind for you for your birthday and I’ll need you to choose.”

Hmmmm, says I. Where could we be going? Sports Authority, maybe? Deck the Walls? Lids? I’m beyond intrigued. So we get to the mall and she goes “Quick! Turn right!”

So I turn right…Right into the Apple Store! We picked out an iPod Touch 32 gig. for my birthday. And, come to find out this morning, that we’ll be upgrading our home PC to accomodate it as we presently have a somewhat antiquated operating system. We are actually entering the 21st Century!

OHMYGOD! I LOVE MY WIFE!

One helluvan afternoon!

In chronological order:

* New York Governor Elliot Spitzer has resigned. Will Marlon Anderson change his uniform number again?

* Andy Pettite was scratched from his start today because of elbow tendonitis. The Yankees say it’s not serious. If he goes down for any kind of extended period, they’re in Barney…

* The Yankees and Rays have resumed hostilities and I mean that literally. After Joe Girardi’s histrionics during Catchergate over the weekend, he came off looking like a crybaby. Apparently, the Rays think so, too. Today’s emergency starter Heath Phillips (see above) plunked TB rookie Evan Longoria on the shoulder in the first and was immediately ejected. So in the top of the second, Shelley (Sandy) Duncan hits a blooper to left and tries to leg it into a double. Trouble is, he’s out by 35 feet and comes in spikes high. This apparently irks Rays RF Johnny Gomes, who comes galloping in and coldcocks Duncan. Next thing you know, there was a real pier 6 brawl going on at second base.

* Ed Coleman called into the ‘FAN to report a wild rumor in Port St. Lucie that the Mets have traded Angel Pagan to Boston for Coco Crisp.

* Nobody on the ‘FAN could figure out if the Dayton/St. Louis A-10 Tournament game was still going on or not. Originally it was announced as a 58-53 Dayton victory in regulation — except that what really happened was that Dayton won 63-61 in overtime.

It’s great time to be alive!