Monday, October 31, 2005

Survivor: Curacao

I'm back. And yes, I survived. I'm still married, and I wasn't eaten like a male praying mantis.

I took the plunge, and at about 3:40 pm on October 8th, I finally got married to Mrs. Rocket. So, like Yuda, Ryan, DM, misschatter, BallWonk, Brian, JMadison, and I'm sure others I can't remember, I'm now a married Nats blogger.

It poured rain all day on the 8th, but it didn't damper our fun. It did, in fact, force our limosine to take an alternate route from the reception to the hotel, thanks to flooded roads. There's nothing like praying the limo driver won't ruin your wedding night by driving the car over an enbankment at midnight in the driving rain.

Then it was off to Curacao, the land of Andruw Jones. There are quite a few Braves fans on this tiny southern Caribbean island, so I packed all my Nats t-shirts for the trip. Here's a picture of me on the balcony of our hotel room. (Thanks go out to St. Barry for serving as my "face" double. He's much better looking.)

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Microsoft Paint is a fantastic program, isn't it?!

Curacao is a beautiful island, and it's not nearly as Americanized as its neighbor island of Aruba. We stayed on a remote part of the island, away from the mega-resorts like Breezes or Sandals.

Although I didn't catch a single game in its entirety, watching the playoffs in Curacao was interesting. The local channel on the island would carry the feed, which spared us from the inane crap of Tim McCarver. In between innings, however, two personalities would discuss the game in the local dialect of Papamiento. It was really cool to see how baseball was enjoyed so much over 2,000 miles away from home.

So, what do I know about the recent goings-on with the Nats and potential ownership? Not a damn thing. Although one guy from New York at the resort scared the crap out of me. He told me he was pretty sure he heard on ESPN the Nats had been sold to some guy who owns a radio station (read: Smuylan). Thank god he was wrong.

For now, check out the bloggers in my sidebar to stay updated. I'll post the next time I have something substantive to say. Or at least the next time I feel embarrassed by the lack of posts on my blog.