25 Years Old - Mid Life Crisis Time ?

Hey yaars!

Yes, I am now 25 years of age. Now on the edge of the famed 18-25 demographic, reality is setting in - I'm old and might have lived half of my life!

Seriously speaking though, I'm all stoked for tonight's shindig Cedric and Jamie are planning. Though I must say I'm just a tad scared in fear of what they might be planning to bamboozle me with. If it's any indication, Cedric's MSN name of "Naveed, make sure you don't wear sweat pants. And for the love of God, take your keys out of your front pocket!" bodes well for the evening.

Here's to hoping 25 will be a peaceful and prosperous year for yours truly!

Just for the archives so that I can look back and see if this is true, here are my horoscopes for my b-day....

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If today is your birthday"The more things change, the more they stay the same." The same situation, or variation thereof, keeps coming back to haunt you. The stars are determined to liberate you from this frustrating pattern. An escape from this recurring theme has already begun. Happy birthday to: Bill Gates, 51.


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Happy Birthday: This is a good year to clear any problems with your personal life, home and family. Rid yourself of the dead weight in your life and get on with the things that mean the most to you. Put things in perspective: Ask yourself what you want to do and don't look back -- just do it. Your numbers are 4, 25, 32, 39, 41, 47

Birthday Baby: You are strong-willed and eager to follow your own path. You are industrious, hardworking and relentless when you want something. You are charismatic and popular.

BORN ON THIS DAY: Joaquin Phoenix, 32; Julia Roberts, 39; Bill Gates, 51; Annie Potts, 54

The Eid Wrap Up Part 3

Yes, we missed namaaz (prayers). Not only that, we found that for this Eid the organizers decided to use only 1 hall for men and women, instead of the normal two. A thin veil separated us, which would be fine, except in terms of seating it was a disaster. Zan and me had to stand for about 40 minutes as there were no seats. We couldn't understand a word of the sermon (bad acoustics), and kept hearing babies crying all throughout!

After silent prayer, the proceedings were over and we looked around to give Eid greetings to family and friends. We found only 4 people we knew. It was such a mass of people it was next to impossible to find anyone!

Luckily one of the 4 we met managed to arrange lunch plans with our families at JJ Mugs. Which meant my mother, probably her best friend, and our families shared a meal. Which was quite enjoyable.

Got home, slept for 2 hours, and had to wake up to go to my aunt/cousin shindig. I wasn't looking forward to it, seeing as I was certain I'd feel like the charity case. Thankfully it wasn't so bad. Though I felt awkward going there - they live in Scarborough yet we only see them once every year or two - it went well, and the joy of whinging about flaws in our community's structure were enough to hold me over. The joke of the night was Zan and our cousin deciding on trying to make and sell bobblheads of our preacher.

That was basically Eid, in a semi-summarized form. I managed to accrue a bit of funds from family, which at the same time is a double edged sword. This is because my mom will in turn repay their family's kids a similar amount. Luckily this year most of those families had no young kids so I rolled in it a bit more!

Alright, I think I'm a tad tired of typing now, I'm going to take another nap. That 3 hour sleep day was brutal and I'm still recovering! TTYL!

The Eid Wrap Up Part 2

Due to my horrible circadian rhythmic schedule, I didn't manage to fall asleep until 5 AM, leaving me only 3 hours to rest. Of course being Eid, at about 7 we managed to get a phone call from my cousin in Germany to wish us a Happy Eid, to which I grumbled and prayed that my legs would have enough energy in them to drive today for a few hours without error.

As always, my brother managed to conveniently wake me up after my mother and him were ready, so that regardless of how fast I got prepared, I would still be under the constant watching of my mother, who takes any chance to argue with me about being the last person to be ready whenever we go out. That's bound to happen when I'm the LAST ONE UP! We ended up leaving our home at 9:20, 20 minutes later than what my mother wanted.

Eid prayers for our community were at the International Centre in Mississauga, right near the airport. Google Maps calculated it to be a 38 minute drive, to which I figured 10-15 minutes here or there would be added to take traffic into account. Boy was I wrong!

At the first instant I even SAW an airport icon on the highway boards, traffic stopped to a standstill. We were only 5 km away, but those 5 km took longer to drive through than the 35 I drove from Scarborough! After finally getting off the highway, things looked smooth, until the LAST left turn. For about a 3 block distance, there were cars LINED up in the left lane to make the left turn on Airport Road. What was worse was that the middle lane was also full of "pious Muslims" who were attempting to shoot forward and then butt into the left turn lane when possible.

Now after bearing through this for about 25 minutes, the smart desi in me realized something. Instead of waiting there for at least another half hour, I decided to go to the extreme right lane, make a right turn, and then U-Turn back to go south on Airport Road. And it worked!

After all that, the time on the clock? 10:30 - meaning we had just missed Eid prayers, and were reduced to hearing our preacher's sermon and hopefully joining in the final silent prayer.

Lesson I learned - When thousands of brown people convene, either stay at home or head out REALLY, REALLY early!!!!

The Eid Wrap Up Part 1

Hey yaars,

At this point I'm enduring the hangover or Eid celebrations (no pun intended). It was a long, but enjoyable two days which led to me being exhausted last night when I just fell into bed. It was still well worth it though!

As I mentioned previously, many orthodox Muslims in Canada celebrated Eid on Monday, which meant we had to attend a party of one of our family friend's on Monday evening. Of course this was unknown to us until about 4:30 Monday, minutes after I had picked up my Mom from working a gruelling shift at the food packaging factory. Despite her normal grumblings, my mom insisted I get ready. She wasn't too pleased when I mentioned I would be heading out to get clothes for our Eid the next day.

Now, I was suppose to meet with Melanie and Jeff to help out on the clothes thing at 5:30, unfortunately my Mom took until about 5:15 to get ready. It was then a 20 minute trek to Markham to drop her off, which included a pit stop at the TD bank so my mom could give out Eidee (Eid money) to kids there. Through all of this, I was quietly avoiding my cell phone rings in a strategic move to pacify my mom. And after enduring rush hour traffic, I finally managed to meet my advisors at about 6:30.

I had no idea that last minute clothes shopping could be so fun! For the first time ever I managed to step into a Banana Republic where with the help of my fashionably conscious friends, I managed to find a pair of slacks and a few shirts to wear. At Aldo I managed to find my first pair of proper dress shoes, and ties at H&M. All things said and done I had dropped quite a coin, and was hoping things would work!

Got back to Scarborough at 9 to pick up Zan and take him to the party. While we were getting dressed to the nines my Mom calls to say to come immediately, and to NOT BOTHER changing as only two families remained! Since we already were dressed, we biz-ounced over there and managed to have some excellent trifle, whilst collecting some of our own Eid money!

We got back home around 1 and suffered the ignominy of seeing my mom's "it's nothing special" face when she saw my clothes. I felt like mock-strangling her at that point! If only she knew how much I spent!

Coming in part 2....my real eid!

Eid Mubarak!

Hey yaars,

Wow, it's already Eid again! Eid-ul-Fitr to be precise. This Eid marks the end of the month of Ramadan which involves fasting during hours of sunlight for the month.

To be brutally honest, I didn't manage to hold any of the fasts this year. In the beginning I had work at the Jays which would have made fasting a difficult venture (think dehydrated in 2 hours). Afterwards I was so zonked that I would sleep at hours of the fast - which though in principle sounds perfect as it would make things easy, would beat the purpose - leaving my plans screwed.

In lieu of my fasting, my mother told me that to compensate I should pay to be able to feed a poor person meals for every day of fasting I missed. So $200 later, I'm hoping I've paid some sort of penance (that's a LOT of Mickey D's money :P ) .

What kinda sucks this year is that my sect's Eid is on Tuesday, as opposed to numerous 'orthodox' Muslims who celebrated on Monday. It sucks because we have to split our family functions over two days and makes Eid greetings a little less genuine when in my opinion one of the day's isn't really Eid for me. That happened today at our orthodox family friend's home who we managed to get to for a bit.

To be truthful, I do feel semi-guilty for not being immersed in Ramadan this year as in years past, but hopefully I'll learn to be a tad more spiritual for Eid ul-Adha.

Regardless of beliefs, I hope you all have a great day, with wishes of health and happiness for my friends and family who truly have supported my family and myself over the years. Corny I know, but sincere!

Foot -> Mouth

I thought I'd write on a current events topic I read about today on the CBC website, namely about our PM. Evidently, Stephen Harper has vowed Canadian support for Israel. In a speech at a B'Nai Brith function he managed to be the polar opposite of Mr. Ignatieff by stating "When it comes to dealing with a war between Israel and a terrorist organization, this country and this government cannot and will never be neutral,"

As I've said before, since when did Canada become a biased, partial nation? In foreign affairs we should always strive to be the neutral, impartial, peaceful force that assists and makes judgement based on rational logic. If my high school peer mediation training serves me correctly, the key to negotiating is compromise .

While it may be in fashion to describe enemies as terrorists, it should not be forgotten that one person's terrorist is another person's freedom fighter. Regardless of an organization's horrible deeds, it's frankly undiplomatic to say the least to call any group "terrorists". Looking back at history the word terrorist could be used to describe many groups such as the Mukhti Bahini , All-India Muslim League , and even Nelson Mandela's African National Congress . And if one truly wants to be devil's advocate, the "terrorist" wording can be used as a double-edged sword as many "democratic" nations partake in activities eerily similar to their counterparts.

Now it must be said that Mr. Harper's words seem to be taking advantage of the whole Ignatieff situation from last week. Even still, wordings like these seem to re-enforce the stereotypical views many in the Muslim world have of the West being ignorant and interested simply in oil, power, and backing Israel.

I think that's as diplomatic as I possibly can get with regards to the situation. Mind you I have been guilty of gaining "enemies" with my wordings on the subject in the past. As I've always said, I'd love to converse on topics such as these (it's in my blood!).

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Songs in my head...

I figured I'd interest/bore some of you by listing whatever songs I've been listening to recently that I'm enjoying. On to the list:

Lily Alen - Smile
(saw her on the NewMusic - had the ugliest fitted hat on. Yet strangely I wanted it!)

Kasabian - Empire
(Their 2nd album isn't nearly as excellent as their debut, but this track rips it)

Muse - Starlight

Chamillionaire ft. Krayzie Bone - Ridin'
(I should feel so bad for digging this song)

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
(the sappy September song for 2006. Sentimental and soothing, it evokes some good memories)

Robbie Williams - Rudebox
(there's no real continuity to the lyrics in this track, it's just a damn catchy song)

Fergie - London Bridge
(After all the airplay this song gets, I'm pretty sure I'll get sick of this song very soon!)

Shaan & Kailash Kher - Chand Sifarish
(Loosely translated as Worthy Seek, it's a total Bollywood film love song from the film Fanaa)

Don Soundtrack - Main Hoon Don Remix
(A slicked-up version of another Indian song. It's a remix of a cover song if that makes any sense!)

If anyone's remotely interested in hearing any of these songs, I just may post them online. For those who haven't noticed, I have a mini music player at the top of the blog. When it was first put there it would load up a song automatically, which led to some complaints of people sick and tired of Madonna's Hung Up. If I do post, I promise they won't automatically blast out of your speakers!

Controlled chaos

Hey yaars,

Little did I know what posting a picture of Shoaib Akhtar over the weekend would do!

Yesterday, along with fellow strike bowler Mohammad Asif he was sent home for failing a drug test. When I initially read the headline, I had to think they stupidly got caught smoking some dope or recreational drug. I was dead wrong. The pair both were found to have nandrolone in their systems. My jaw is still on the floor from reading those words.

The team has gone through a tumultuous 6 weeks which I can summarize as follows

1 - The whole ball-tampering situation - Umpire Darrell Hair awards England 5 runs, calling Pakistan for ball tampering. Pakistan soon exits the field and refuses to re-enter, leading to a forfeiture of the game (the first of it's kind in over 125 years of international cricket).

2 - The ICC, cricket's governing body, has a hearing with the umpires in question, Pakistani captain Inzamam ul-Haq, and officials from both teams. Pakistan are cleared from charges of ball tampering, while Inzamam is charged a 4-match ban of putting the game into disrepute.

3 - Due to Inzamam's suspension, the Pakistan Cricket Board (PCB) decide to award Younis Khan the captaincy of the team for the beginning of the Champions Trophy. In a surprising turn, Younis refuses the captaincy, stating that he did not want to be placed as a "dummy captain". Subsequently, Mohammad Yousuf is declared captain for the matches.

4 - It's discovered that through a subtle rule in the rulebook, despite Inzamam only having a 4 match ban, he's barred from playing in the tournament as he would not have been in the provisional squad for the tournament.

5 - Shahryar Khan, Chairman of the PCB resigns from his post to be replaced by Dr. Naseem Ashraf. In ANOTHER about turn, Younis now reclaims the captaincy for the duration of the Champions Trophy tournament.

6 - The drug scandal involving Mohammad Asif and Shoaib Akhtar of this week.

Yes, that was a long description of events, alas that is Pakistan cricket. Controlled chaos is the best way to describe it. Shoaib has professed his innocence and I am now reading that newspapers in Pakistan are reporting that the presence of nandrolone could be through receiving treatments prescribed by hakims, herbal practitioners in Pakistan. What a web us brown people weave!

If that weren't enough to digest, they opened up play this morming in the tournament against Sri Lanka, a team which was on a run of 10 straight victories. And in true Pakistani form, they managed to pull of an audacious 4-wicket victory!

Who needs soap operas when you got sports AND storylines following this team. Pakistan Zindabad!

Are You Having a Laugh?

Hey yaars,

In the utter slothdom that has engulfed me over the past few days, I've managed to catch up on a lot of TV shows, watch a lot of baseball, and lose a few bucks sports betting. And now I'm getting ready for the ICC Champions Trophy (re: above picture of Shoaib Akhtar).

Nothing crazily new to report, though I have now a newfound disdain for Ryan Smyth of the Edmonton Oilers. Yesterday my proline bet was as follows :

Mets/Cardinals, UNDER 8.5 runs
Delgado/Pujols, Delgado by 1+ points
Elias/Sundin, Elias by 1+ points
Thornton/Smyth, Thornton by 1+ points

The first three were perfect going into the last game at 10:30. And after two periods Thornton had 3 points to Ryan's 1. I was overjoyed at the prospects of getting about $35 and started telling Jamie on MSN and my bro. Of course that jinxed it as Smyth managed to score a F'N HAT TRICK in TWO MINTUES!!!!! It killed my ticket and screwed me out of what was otherwise a very well chosen ticket! I know I know, even though I denied it, I am SO Brandon Walsh-ing things!

To my amusement though, it seems like I may have picked the World Series combatants dead on. Not to once again jinx things, but I said at the beginning of the playoffs that I thought the Tigers and Mets would make it to The Series. I can only imagine the look on a certain Tigers fan should they go through (they're up 3 games to 0). Go Bondo Go!

On to my random thoughts...

- So Michael Ignatieff managed to make a massive blunder in mentioning Israel in a negative manner in one of his speeches. It was undiplomatic to say the least, as was Mr. Harper's accusation of Liberals being anti-Israel. Since when did Canada become part of the Middle East?

We're SUPPOSE to be the impartial, negotiating party!!! (It surprises me that even I'm more diplomatic than a leading Liberal politcian at this point). And to comment on the claim of the Grits being anti-Israel, a Mr. Bob Rae's married to a Jewish woman and in the past has had very pro-Israel comments in his speeches, so I think it's a bit off the mark to paint them as biased.

- Apple's releasing a red ipod nano of which a percentage of sales will go to HIV/Aids Research. Do we have to reduce ourselves to picking a specific colour of iPod to justify giving money to charity? Why can't ALL iPod sales have a percentage sent to charity? Oh right, then Mr. Jobs would have less coin to use in his big money pool (a la Scrooge McDuck)

- I'm really looking forward to getting a hold of General Pervez Musharraf's autobiography, In the Line of Fire . Of course there will be a certain aspect of bias, at the same time he's managed to keep the nation together while combating numerous different foes (terrorists, India, and those wanting to "bomb Pakistan to the Stone Age"). Oooh my nationalistic fervour is brewing :P

- Madonna's now adopting a kid from Malawi. It's great that she's helping a kid out, but couldn't she manage to pretty much fund a few countries with the money she has? It seems almost as if the whole idea of adopting an unfortunate kid is lost on celebs. This isn't like getting a pet (i.e. Tinkerbell), there's a certain aspect of humanity and dignity that should be kept in mind. OK, I admit I'm a bit jealous that I couldn't be adopted into wealth!!!

- If love is blind, can it also be deaf?

That's all I got for now. Remember folks, I'm turning 25 in two weeks, get your presents ready.

May I have this lapdance?

Just got back from watching the film, and if you're a fan you'll love it! It's got everything you'd expect in a series of the show packed into 90 minutes of hilarious action. And yes, the title is a line from the film.

I have a confession to make - I think I may be in the midst of a gambling addiction. I've manaaged to purchase a lottery ticket of some sort for the past 4 days and plan on doing so tomorrow. And though I'm not Brandon Walsh-ing my way into huge debt (only $2 a pop), I just wanna make sure I don't start turning to those sketchy bookies online (ProLine is a farce to say the least!).

As always, here are the miscallaneous thoughts and ideas stirring in my brain at the moment...

- Only 18 more days before I turn 25 (start present shopping :P )

- If George W. Bush went into Venezuela and called Hugo Chavez the devil, would he be able to leave Caracas unscathed?

- Why does a small coke at the movies cost 3.25, while a large 1L costs 4.25. Even better, who the hell drinks a large soda within 90 minutes and comes out NOT being diabetic?

- Today when I went to get my proline ticket I managed to walk past a person I think I went to high school with. Except this person looks COMPLETELY different. I'm pretty sure I saw this person look back at me. Now I just walked away, but would it have been more proper to say hello (risking the embarrassment of perhaps greeting a stranger), or was I right in what I did?

- How in the hell do guys that are either ugly/stupid/arrogant/asshole manage to pull in the bombshells? Mind you I could ask for that matter, how does one pull in a girl period?

- I wonder what Cedric has done with his prize from last week. Scratch that, I'm too scared it would involve some freaky shit!

- After Monday, why is Thursday the gloomiest day of the week?

Last thing before I go. As many of you probably know, it's a common thing amongst baseball fans to despise the New York Yankees (I won't even begin to comment on why). I was wondering if there were any equivalents in different fields that anyone could enlighten me of. For example, is Baryshnikov the most arrogant, overpaid, arse of the ballet circuit? It gives you all a chance to leave a comment on the post (also to let me know people actually read the endless drivel I write!).

Talk to y'all soon

I Live For This!

Hey yaars,

Before I even begin to delve in, the title of the post refers to the MLB playoffs and NOT whatever it looks like Bobby Kielty is doing in the photo above. The photo was too funny to pass up posting on the blog.

I totally enjoy watching the playoffs, it brings me back to my childhood watching baseball with my dad. It was unconventional to say the least when referring to the way we watched. Despite the Blue Jays being a good team, my pops would always find faults in their team while finding a reason to support the opposing team (hence my admiration for the Twins and A's of this world). Along with the bonding it seemed I got passed on that seeing eye which finds little nuances others don't when watching. I'm pretty damn good at deciding who should win a game after watching a few minutes. If only Pro Line was open up til the first quarter of a game!

Another joy nowadays while watching the playoffs is to see the Yankees and their Evil Empire get battered by a relative minnow. This may be through the influence of a certain Tigers fan, but I'm SO into seeing the Dirty D take care of the interlocking NY. Perhaps going to the 313 helped, even still I'm almost getting used to chanting "Eat 'em up Tigers, eat 'em up" when watching. And no, despite what some people think, I'm not a team slut, I just like wearing different team's gear the way others like wearing CK, Donna Karan, and Kenneth Cole.

As I'm now sure my few readers are getting accustomed to, here are my misc. notes...

- As Oakland won the series today, here's a pic of a certain player who I know one of my friends has had the pleasure of talking to. Let's see if they can recognize him!



- I've been reading Orwell's 1984 and find it very interesting. The views on totalitarianism have piqued my interest while allowing me to notice some of the parallels between the book and current society. There's a point in the book where the newly recruited rebels are asked what they are prepared to do in the name of the revolution and the dialogue sounded eerily reminiscent of what you'd hear from any Joe Schmoe terrorist these days. I'll have to finish the book to see how it compares or contrasts in full.

- It's possible I'm getting to dirty for my own good. Last week I attended another session of dirty bingo - a staff thing that was quickly becoming a Tuesday staple - only to find that only a handful of us showed. A few people have some 'splaining to do, because I almost won something I really didn't want!

- On the topic of Dirty Bingo, Cedric won a game last week. His prize? An Amsterdam beer thong along with a container of "Body Butter". That's all hilarious enough, except we also got to see him being hit on by an older man while he was there. I'm sure he's ready to whup my ass as he reads this right now! (P.S. It's STILL funny)

- This week I realized another dividing line between rich and poor : Fire Alarm sounds. Our building had maintenance done for the system this week and it was less than amusing having to wake at 9 AM to the ear-wrenching sound that eminated from our apartment's "speaker". I'm pretty confident in saying that I'm sure you don't hear deafening sounds coming out of fire alarms outside the 'Boro

- I had no idea that I am NOT a men's XL in shirt size. Don't get me wrong, I was at one time, but after now putting on the Man United shirt I purchased in England back in '01, my mirror reflection shows it to be baggy! Who knows, I might just pass for 'non-ugly' sometime soon

- Today when picking up Zan from work I actually saw two teens running from and getting apprehended by police for shoplifting. I haven't seen it for a while but it was a fascinating watch indeed. The kids couldn't have been over 16 years of age, and from what I saw they shoplifted some stupid little candies and shit from Wal Mart. The cops made a whole meal of it by checking every inch of each of the kid's bodies, to even shaking their boxers down (I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen it). I'm hoping that would scare them off from any future ideas. Maybe I'm a softy on this but I felt for the kids for making such a stupid mistake, for CANDY! I mean, if you had to go, do the Sticky Fingers on something more than some Sour Peaches!

From a post which I thought would be very small, this has spiralled into something else. Here's to hoping I watch some more crime in action!

Motor City Veedy

Hey yaars,

Yes folks, that is me behind the Tigers dugout at Comerica Park. After much planning I managed to saunter down to the Dirty D last Thursday to see the Tigers face the Jays. It was an amazingly fun day with quite a few surprises.

The ignominy of waking up at 5:30 AM was horrible for starters. The adrenaline rush of crossing the border for only my third time ever got me out of bed fresh as a daisy though! Within the hour I was heading out to J-Roc's where our chariot (the 2007 Dodge Charger) awaited us.

On our way we made a pit stop in a town called Strathroy (I think I wrote it right) where I kid you not, I had the best Tim Horton's food EVER! Now I know why their donuts and coffee are a Canadian institution - not because they're cheap, but because when properly prepared they're f'n delicious. The chocolate dip and dutch apple donuts I had were the fresh, large, and gangsta delicious! And no, it's not because I went their in the morning as I've gone to PLENTY of Toronto Tim Horton's only to be further dissappointed each time I go (Toronto Dutch Apple's just don't kick it in comparison!).

Whilst on our way to Sarnia to pick up Scott (our friendly superior at the Blue Jays who managed to swing some ticket arrangements for us) I jumped the shark in making the typical Naveed "naive but funny" remark. Having grown up in a city atomsphere my whole life I was taken aback at seeing a herd of about 30 cows about 10 feet away from the highway just grazing. My cry of "Oh shit look at those cows" amused Jamie and Jeff to no end for the whole day.

After picking up Scotty Hext we soon managed to cross the border and head into Detroit. Let's just say the radio signals from London to Michigan got progessively more urban on our way. Which is definitely a good thing, until of course I saw the exit sign for a semi-famous road...

(If only I had my DVD to get signed by Slim Shady :P )

We finally arrived in Detroit at about noon hour at which point I saw decrepit run-down buildings in the middle of the city, interlaced with some brand spanking new condos. It was a humourous sight seeing a Starbucks on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. (you KNOW what they say about MLKJ's in the States!). Meshed with all the beautifual graffiti, used mattresses on the street, and burnt out tires, I just knew this would be a wonderful experience !

Here's us waiting at the will call line for our tickets while the national anthem is being played:



Once in the stadium, we just had to gawk at how amazing the seats and stadium were. And in recognition of such a great hook-up, I was proud to be the first to reward Scotty for his effort with a cold one (there has got to be some irony with regards to the writing on the cup) :



To put things in perspective, here's a view from our seats:



If you can believe it, the actual view feels even closer. It made those Rogers Centre seats seem even more archaic than they already are :P

Believe it or not the Jays actually whupped the Tigers for the first 7 innings and AJ Burnett was pitching like the 2nd starter he should be. Surprisingly there was a large Blue Jays contingent there who were very vociferous (something that's lacking in our own park!). And after he was pulled in the 7th, us Jays fans gave him a standing ovation to which he actually tippped his cap, in an opposing park! Here's the semi-proof (I missed it by a half second!) :




The Jays managed to squeak out an 8-6 victory. I was still in awe of the park and maanged to take a few more snaps. I'll post more in the coming weeks, but seeing as Scott's seemingly branded me a Tigers fan for the playoffs, here's a picture of me in front of the park with the Tiger statue that's making a hand/'paw' gesture that's should make a few people chuckling!



One monkeypaw reference later and I think I've peaked. I'll leave it at that and talk with y'all some more soon!