alz wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

Looking at Rivera's uniform number, and I'm trying to think if anyone any good has ever worn number 29. Eric Dickerson, but that's football. I can't think of a famous baseball player who's worn 29.

Chris Carpenter - St. Louis Cardinals

Well hell, I should have known that.

Gameday has flagged the Cardinals' game with a no-hitter alert.
Which means ...

I wasn't about to say it, but could you imagine losing a perfect game on a strikeout/wild pitch combo?

artie_fufkin wrote:

APIAD wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

I worked landscaping for a summer. Worst ... job ... ever.

I beg to differ

I'm sure there are worse jobs like pumping sewage and cleaning the shit out of a chicken coop, but landscaping was the worst job I've ever had. It was the summer after my freshman year of college. It seemed like it was 100 degrees with 99 percent humidity every day that summer. And we worked for like 12 hours every day. I got home after work and I was too exhausted to even drink a beer. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed. Then the alarm would wake me up at 5:30 the next morning.
The following summer I got a 9-5 job working in a nice air-conditioned warehouse.

I enjoyed working on the farm and bailing hay so i wont count them.  I picked peaches for several summers.  That sucked balls.  There is no breeze in a orchard no matter how windy it is.  Had to work in the rain and even if it wasnt raining the morning dew was basicly the same.  The worst part was probably the peach fuzz.  It irritated you badly.  Under your neck and arm joint was the worst.  Youd break out and itch all summer.  That was probably my worst job.  In college i worked at a factory full time making thousands of toilet brushes a day.  I sort of liked factory work. It was hot and boring, cold in the winter but nobody fucked with you. You showed up to work and went home.  No bullshit.

Garcia is so good at Busch.  Such a damn shame he's had such a hard time staying healthy.

Anyone watching or listening?  10 Ks has to be a career high, isn't it?

artie_fufkin wrote:

alz wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

Looking at Rivera's uniform number, and I'm trying to think if anyone any good has ever worn number 29. Eric Dickerson, but that's football. I can't think of a famous baseball player who's worn 29.

Chris Carpenter - St. Louis Cardinals

Well hell, I should have known that.

I only knew it because I took the number 29 in softball, to be cool like Carp.

There's the career-high.

Tough to be better than that.

Garcia out-hit the Brewers, 2-1.

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artie_fufkin wrote:

APIAD wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

I'm sure there are worse jobs like pumping sewage and cleaning the shit out of a chicken coop, but landscaping was the worst job I've ever had. It was the summer after my freshman year of college. It seemed like it was 100 degrees with 99 percent humidity every day that summer. And we worked for like 12 hours every day. I got home after work and I was too exhausted to even drink a beer. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed. Then the alarm would wake me up at 5:30 the next morning.
The following summer I got a 9-5 job working in a nice air-conditioned warehouse.

I enjoyed working on the farm and bailing hay so i wont count them. I picked peaches for several summers. That sucked balls. There is no breeze in a orchard no matter how windy it is. Had to work in the rain and even if it wasnt raining the morning dew was basicly the same. The worst part was probably the peach fuzz. It irritated you badly. Under your neck and arm joint was the worst. Youd break out and itch all summer. That was probably my worst job. In college i worked at a factory full time making thousands of toilet brushes a day. I sort of liked factory work. It was hot and boring, cold in the winter but nobody fucked with you. You showed up to work and went home. No bullshit.

 
I would never have considered the occupational hazard aspect of peach fuzz.

Me either, and I have to admit when I first read AP's post, I read it too fast and got "under your neck" mixed with "arm joint" and was trying to figure out why AP was sticking peaches under his arm pit.

artie_fufkin wrote:

APIAD wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

I'm sure there are worse jobs like pumping sewage and cleaning the shit out of a chicken coop, but landscaping was the worst job I've ever had. It was the summer after my freshman year of college. It seemed like it was 100 degrees with 99 percent humidity every day that summer. And we worked for like 12 hours every day. I got home after work and I was too exhausted to even drink a beer. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed. Then the alarm would wake me up at 5:30 the next morning.
The following summer I got a 9-5 job working in a nice air-conditioned warehouse.

I enjoyed working on the farm and bailing hay so i wont count them.  I picked peaches for several summers.  That sucked balls.  There is no breeze in a orchard no matter how windy it is.  Had to work in the rain and even if it wasnt raining the morning dew was basicly the same.  The worst part was probably the peach fuzz.  It irritated you badly.  Under your neck and arm joint was the worst.  Youd break out and itch all summer.  That was probably my worst job.  In college i worked at a factory full time making thousands of toilet brushes a day.  I sort of liked factory work. It was hot and boring, cold in the winter but nobody fucked with you. You showed up to work and went home.  No bullshit.

 
I would never have considered the occupational hazard aspect of peach fuzz.

Its no joke.  Promise

artie_fufkin wrote:

forsberg_us wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

I'm sure there are worse jobs like pumping sewage and cleaning the shit out of a chicken coop, but landscaping was the worst job I've ever had. It was the summer after my freshman year of college. It seemed like it was 100 degrees with 99 percent humidity every day that summer. And we worked for like 12 hours every day. I got home after work and I was too exhausted to even drink a beer. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed. Then the alarm would wake me up at 5:30 the next morning.
The following summer I got a 9-5 job working in a nice air-conditioned warehouse.

My grandfather owned a bricklaying company.  When I was 15, he asked me if I wanted to make some money over the summer.  Of course, I was dumb enough to say "yes."  I spent the summer as a hod carrier--making the bricklayers had an ample supply of bricks, mortar and whatever else they needed.  I hated every minute of it.  

When the summer was over, my grandfather asked me what I thought of carrying hod and I told him I hated it.  His response was "Good.  Get an education or you'll spend your whole life doing something like that, just like I have."  He only had an 8th grade education, but that man was smart in a lot of ways people nowadays aren't.

Your point is valid. It seems like things like common sense and life experience dwindle a little bit more with each passing generation. But I also think things have just gotten more specialized. I remember by dad telling me he re-built by himself the engine of one of the first cars he bought. He says with today's cars he wouldn't even know where to start. 
Machines today are just so much more complex. I can do routine maintenance like changing a tire or cleaning my gutters, but if there's any electrical or plumbing work, I'm calling someone who knows what they're doing. With my lack of skills, I'd just make the problem worse and end up having to pay more to fix it.

Ah we are just lazy.  We can do alot more then we try to.  I used to change my own oil.  Why dont i now?  Fuck it.  It is worth 20 bucks to have someone else do it.  I did alot of projects in my early 20 with half the knowledge i have now but 10x the motivation.