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    Friday, September 30, 2005
    Here We Go Again
    I fully understand that I've suddenly become the worst blogger in the world. I haven't updated you guys on the games from Baltimore, I haven't talked about any of the games this week. I didn't even post up a WTF comment when the Sox signed Mike Stanton yesterday. But I know none of you need to ask the question: Where did Finy go? The reply is obvious. I’m watching the games.

    Not having cable and therefore not having the MLB package I am left with only one option: going to the bar. And so, there I was last night, hanging on every pitch at Phebe’s. With Jim not working behind the bar (Jim is the bartender that was fired from the Riviera and hence the reason we regulars no longer hang out there) instead of hearing the audio for the game we were forced to listen to a random selection of songs and put up with a lot of people who were not there to watch the game at all. But those of us Sox fans who WERE there weren’t disappointed. It was a great freaking win. A necessary win, and a good way to head into this series with the Yanks.

    This is the time of year when very little enters my head other than the Sox. When my mood is dictated by wins and losses. It’s hard for me to even write rationally. It’s all emotion now.

    I think we all knew, from the minute the schedule was announced last winter, that it was going to come down to this. The baseball Gods wouldn’t have it any other way. And you know, regardless of the outcome, this can only be good for the game of baseball. Two teams, fighting it out on the last weekend of the season for the AL East, with the loser possibly going home, not to see another game. It’s impossible not to get drawn in to. And I don’t think I am saying that just because I am a Sox fan, though it could be true. Regardless I’m hooked. Bring on the games.

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    posted by FINY @ Friday, September 30, 2005   10 comments
    Tuesday, September 27, 2005
    Friday Update
    No Sleep

    Apparently, sleep is not an option in my life. Met The Twin last night for the game but when it got rained out, we decided to go see The Corpse Bride (everyone should go see this it was great) and then back to his place where I spent the night. I did have time on the train however, to at least write an update on how this past Friday night went. So I guess I’ll be updating you guys a piece at a time.


    Friday Night:

    The drive down to DC started later than anticipated. And by the time we got down there Rach (who was driving)’s boyfriend, DC Boy, was almost too drunk to direct us to his OWN apartment. So he met us on the street corner two blocks from his place, sans shirt or shoes. Let’s just say they’d been drinking for a while.

    After safely parking, meeting DCB’s friends, and dumping our stuff Rach and I knew one thing: we needed to catch up, and fast!

    Cut to the bar an hour and a half later. Rach and I are three beers and four shots in. A piece. Hey bars in DC close early we needed to make the most of it! Somewhere in there I did stumble across a theory that I’ll stick by even while sober though: I am convinced that deaf people slur. That’s right I said it. Really though, there was this group of deaf people at the bar that night and they’re all drinking and signing away, and I’m thinking, God, I can barely walk, never mind use my hands to communicate complicated thoughts. And then it hit me. Well, I slur when I get REALLY shitty, I am sure that when deaf people sign while drunk their movements must get a bit lax. I wish I knew a deaf person I could ask about this.

    Anyway, the night continued with Rach and I starting our own dance party in the downstairs part of the bar and getting hit on by some very skeevy Marines. One of whom bought us shots and then tried to throw his over his shoulder so he wouldn’t have to shoot one of his own. Problem was he was so drunk he just ended up dousing his shoulder in vodka. DCB and the Welshman saved us at that point.

    We walked home shortly after and on the 6 block walk DCB decided it was once again a good idea to take his shirt off. Rach quickly followed suit. Not one to miss out on embarrassing myself my shirt followed in short order. Nothing like looking out on the Capital Building in jeans and a bra.

    God I’m classy.


    Saturday Game Update and Shenanigans after the game update to come later.

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    posted by FINY @ Tuesday, September 27, 2005   15 comments
    Monday, September 26, 2005
    To Come
    Full Update from the weekend to come tomorrow when I get home from work (since it's 1am and I JUST got home) but can I just say that the Sox really should be giving me tickets to every single one of thier games? The two down in Baltimore this weekend were the last two of the regular season (and most likely beyond) that I'll be attending, and I am now a perfect 10 - 0 when in attendance.

    Hey Theo! Hook a girl up!!!!

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    posted by FINY @ Monday, September 26, 2005   8 comments
    Friday, September 23, 2005
    It's Been That Long?
    Jesus, I really haven't updated this thing since Tuesday? Damn. This week flew. I feel like I just got back from Boston and here I am packing for Baltimore/DC.

    I've got excuses though! Tuesday night I stayed at The Twin's place, and since he doesn't know about the blog, I damn well wasn't going to write from there. Wednesday night I stayed entirely too late at a company Going Away Party because it's next to impossible to turn down drinks on the company tab, and then last night I had to do all the stuff I hadn't done because of the previous two nights. And now it's Friday, and here I am again, packing up my bag.

    This is the weekend I've been waiting for though. Three baseball games in one weekend. God I can't wait. By the time I get back I know I am going to be dragging ass. And I am not going to be able to go out for like the entire week afterwards to make up for the $$ I am going to spend, but hey, it's worth it!

    As a really quick update, things are going really well with The Twin. I think I've finally gotten past the worrying about every little thing phase and have finally just started rolling with it. The Sox are now a full game back on the Yankees, and the Yankees fans around NYC have become just completely insufferable. Cause you know, the Sox have never come back from behind the Yankees before or anything. But this weekend I'll be at two of the games down in Baltimore, so clearly they'll be taking at least two down there. I still have faith. Because a girl who travels up and down the East Coast all season watching games doesn't just bow out because we lost the lead. I have my worries, but I still think this team can pull it out.

    Ok, time to go hop in the shower, finish packing, and head into work. I hope everyone has a WONDERFUL weekend and I promise I'll REALLY start writing again when I get back.


    posted by FINY @ Friday, September 23, 2005   14 comments
    Tuesday, September 20, 2005
    I Hate Being Sick
    Well, it's all caught up to me. Again. I pushed my body to do too much and party too hard and I am now being rewarded with a hacking cough, a dripping nose, and sinuses that feel like they're about to explode.

    I want to write about the weekend. About how great it was to be in Boston again. About how at 3am a friend and I decided to just walk around Fenway and the great conversation that ensued. About how frustrated I am with the Sox right now. But instead I am expending every ounce of energy I have just to haul myself out of bed, get dressed, and go into work.

    I will write about all that soon, I promise. As soon as the NyQuil lets me.


    posted by FINY @ Tuesday, September 20, 2005   16 comments
    Friday, September 16, 2005
    Welcome to the Weekend!
    .... Oh wait, it's only the weekend for me, huh? Oops, sorry! Off to Boston this weekend to see the Sox v. A's game on Saturday, everyone pray for no rain! *Finy does a little no rain dance*.

    Last night went pretty well. One friend of mine was there, and the Twin, being the all around good guy that he is, accompanied me as well. Once my friend left and there were NO other alumns that even looked familiar, the Twin and I basically sat and watched the Yankees game. This last week for the Sox has just not been pretty. Here's to hoping that my presence at Saturday's game spurs them on to victory. God knows we need it. 1.5 ahead of the Yanks? Yeah, I'm not Ok with that.

    Ok well, gotta run. Have a fantastic weekend everyone and check back on Monday for a Live Baseball In September Game 2 post!


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    posted by FINY @ Friday, September 16, 2005   9 comments
    Thursday, September 15, 2005
    Murphy's Law
    Of course. I haven't seen some of the people who will be at the NYC Chapter of the Emerson College Alumni Association Happy Hour event tonight in years. So I don't know why I wasn't expecting to be broken out like a freaking 15 year old.

    Sure it could have something to do with the fact that I went out too often. Or that it's that one week a month that my hormones go nuts. Or that I only slept last night for about three hours because I was trying to get some work done while also doing laundry to get ready for the weekend.

    But I'm just going to chalk up the blemishes that dot my skin to Murphy's Law, cause who wants to blame themselves?

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    posted by FINY @ Thursday, September 15, 2005   8 comments
    Tuesday, September 13, 2005
    You Can't Escape The Past
    For good or bad, your past will always catch up to you, and last night, it was my turn to get caught.

    A few months ago, while in the beer line at the Tweeter Center in Mansfield, MA (I was, of course, at a DMB show) I feel a tap on my shoulder. Who do I turn around to see but WPI Guy. WPI Guy and I dated for a little less than a year back during my freshman year of college. We had met through a mutual friend, while I was dating someone, and struck up an internet friendship after I went away to school.

    It turned into one of those intense, passionate relationships. The kind you lose yourself in. We were on the phone, emailing, and visiting each other every minute. We went to each other’s houses for holidays. We talked about getting married, having kids, starting a family. I was only eighteen.

    As is bound to happen with these kinds of things, it eventually petered out. More on my part than his, but seeing him that night, while a shock, was really nice. It was good to see him happy and to know that he was doing well. We exchanged numbers and email addresses and parted ways.

    Last night he IMed me. We talked for a while, catching each other up on the last six years of our lives. Again, it was good to hear he was doing well, he’s got a good job, been dating a girl for about a year, and is no longer living at home. He seems happy.

    But then he started getting into some uncomfortable territory. Telling me how his girlfriend knows about me, and about how I was his first love. How his first instinct when he saw me at the show was to kiss me. How he wants to come down to NYC to visit but doesn’t know how to tell that to his girlfriend.

    On the one hand I was flattered. How can you not be when six years after breaking up a guy still feels this strongly. On the other hand, I’m not sure I could relate. My “first love” was my high school sweetheart, which I got over rather promptly after we split (though that may be in part because I started dating WPI Guy shortly thereafter). I mean it’s great to look back at all the good times and what not. To reminisce. But I’ll say one thing If WPI Guy and his girlfriend ever come down to visit, there is no question the Twin is coming out to drinks with us, I am NOT dealing with this alone.


    posted by FINY @ Tuesday, September 13, 2005   14 comments
    Sunday, September 11, 2005
    Live Baseball in September Game 1
    So total this month I will be going to see five MLB games up and down the East Coast. Yesterday was game 1. Red Sox v. Yankees at Yankee Stadium.

    What a great day it was to be at the ballpark. Clear blue sky, comfortably warm with a bit of a fall breeze. And two teams on the field in the middle of a pennant race. It really doesn't get much better than that.

    I must admit, I didn't have high hopes for the game yesterday. Schilling has been less than dominant since returning from the DL. In both the closer role and in the starting rotation his appearances were enough to inspire some major biting of the nails (as is evidenced from a few of my previous posts). But I'm a big enough person to admit when it's time for me to eat some crow and today is one of those days.

    Schilling looked great. He looked as close to his pre-ankle-injury form as I think we've seen him thus far. He threw a few pitches in the first inning that I literally just gawked at they impressed me so much. (The beauty of sitting so close to home plate, there's no way I would have been able to determine what a great day he was having if I had been in my regular seats aka the upper deck). The stadium speed gun was clearly a bit off though, they clocked a fastball in the first at 97. Now, I'm not the best judge of speed just by seeing the ball but even I know Schilling's not throwing THAT hard. Some NESN watching friends indicated the highest they saw the speed gun was around 94. That sounds a lot more plausible.

    The one thing I had been hoping going in was that our offense would really light it up because I was afraid we were going to need it with Schilling on the mound. Turns out we didn’t, because Schilling did so well, but the bats turned up anyway, and right from the first inning. Manny’s two run shot in the first really set the tone for the day, and after we sat down from the habitual rise and scream celebration the guys I was with and I looked around and were a bit surprised at the number of people who had joined in our joy. Hot DAMN were there a lot of Red Sox fans at the Stadium yesterday. Now, this isn’t unusual, Boston is so close that it’s easy for hometown fans to drive down, plus so many people from Boston end up in NYC one way or another, that in recent years it hasn’t been AS dangerous to walk into enemy territory with say, a Bill Mueller T-shirt on (which is exactly what I did yesterday). But still, when the away team’s fans are that loud and that cohesive in the first inning, you’ve got to think, as a Yankee fan, that you’re in for a long day.

    And they were. There’s really no other way to describe what the Sox did yesterday than they just dominated the Yanks. Everyone who entered the game for Boston was on base at least once (granted Cora was only there because he was substituted as a pinch runner, and he never reached again after that but still). They more than doubled the hits by the Yankees. And how great was it to see Olderdude go yard?! Overall it was just a great great day.

    The one downside, the one moment that just made me a little bit sad, was when the Yankees threw Bellhorn into the game. Now by this point it was clear that the game was out of reach, and it felt like they were sacrificing Mark to the Gods or something. Why throw him and his .211 batting average into a game that’s two outs away from being over? Against his former team? I am definitely being a bit selfish as seeing him in a Yankee uniform, in person, just about broke my heart. I’m just glad he didn’t strike out. Or hit a homerun against us. In true Bellhorn fashion he walked. A walk I could handle. Any other outcome to that at-bat and I would have slipped into my schizophrenic mode again. And who wants that?

    But yeah, overall, a fantastic day at the park. Now here’s to hoping that my boy Wakefield can keep it going for us today. It would be great to walk away with a five game lead on the Yankees. But after yesterday at least it’s not going below 3.

    Go Sox!

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    posted by FINY @ Sunday, September 11, 2005   5 comments
    Saturday, September 10, 2005
    Three Weekends of Baseball
    This is it. Today is officially the start of some serious baseball weekends. Today, thanks to Ed, I'll be enjoying (well, depending on the outcome I guess) the Red Sox v. Yankees game from about 20 rows behind home plate. Next weekend it's up to Boston to see the Sox take on the A's. The weekend after is a rather intense basebally weekend all around. Saturday day game of Sox v. Orioles in Baltimore. Night game of Mets v. Nationals in DC and then back to Baltimore for the Sunday game. Two cities, three games, two days. If that doesn't sound like heaven I don't know what does.

    And I wonder why I'm broke.

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    posted by FINY @ Saturday, September 10, 2005   3 comments
    Wednesday, September 07, 2005
    Q & A - finally
    Welcome and thank you for joining Question and Answer with Finy. I’m your host (and guest of honor) Finy. Let’s get started!

    Up first, Blackjack from Somerville, MA:

    Q: Do you have any hot, female, single, smart friends who live in Boston who are just dying to date an adorably bald Sox fan? :)

    A: Why yes, actually I do, do you happen to know an adorably bald sox fans? *

    * Just kidding beejer you know I love you!

    Next up, aurora from Las Vegas, Nevada!

    Q: How'd you end up living in New York. And where else would you live if it was an option?

    A: Well, it’s not a story I’m proud of, but it’s a common one. I moved down here after graduating from Emerson College for two reasons. The first being that I was offered a job here. But perhaps that was because every job I applied for straight out of school was in New York. The reason for THAT was reason number two. My boyfriend of two and a half years was down here at the time. I’ve spoken about him a bit here , here , and here . When a year of living together didn’t work out I stayed because it’s where my industry is. To be quite honest I HATED New York that first year. I was completely unhappy. Turns out it wasn’t the city, it was the guy. Two yeas later, now living in Brooklyn I seriously couldn’t be happier.

    Which brings me to the second part of the question. Where else would I live? To be honest I have no idea. Someday I’ll move back to Boston. I know that much. But right now I couldn’t imagine living elsewhere. Chicago’s a great city but after growing up in Rhode Island I could never live in a landlocked state (and please, spare me the “but it’s got the lake” argument, it’s just not the same!), I hated LA when I went to visit. It would have to be a big city. So I honestly have no idea where else I would go. I’m such a northeastern girl, I’ve got a feeling I’ll never leave.

    Now, from the great city of Boston, MA, Macca . ! Welcome Macca!

    Q: Damn... gotta keep it clean ;) Hi FINY's Mom! Let's see, what don't I already know about you... not too much. What was your most embarrassing moment?

    A: Ok, I said this in the comments section of the previous post already but no one should be worrying about censoring their comments because my mother reads this. My exact words in the comments were: “No need to keep it clean, folks. I'm a smaller, less boisterous version of my mother. And I tell her everything. Trust me when I say nothing would shock her. Actually if she ever had her own blog, I am sure she'd shock ME. “ Funnily enough she disagrees. Here’s the email I got from her just MOMENTS after posting that:
    From: Finy’s Mom
    Fri, Sep 2, 2005 at 12:42 PM
    Subject: What the …
    FINY said...
    No need to keep it clean, folks. I'm a smaller, less boisterous version of my mother. And I tell her everything. Trust me when I say nothing would shock her. Actually if she ever had her own blog, I am sure she'd shock ME.

    Okay, "smaller" I agree with but "less boisterous" my ass!!!

    Such a great relationship my Mom and I have (and that wasn’t sarcastic at all!!! We really do!)

    But to get to your actual question, Macca, it took me a while to come up with this one. I do so many damned embarrassing things that they don’t really phase me anymore, Lol. But I think the worst one that comes to mind is probably something that happened in college.

    My work study job each winter was to help the men’s and women’s basketball teams keep stats. I’d sit at the scorers table and take down shots, fouls, assists, etc etc etc. It was actually a lot of fun and I learned a ton about a game I knew nothing about. And since this was Division 3 basketball there wasn’t a ton of pressure. Well, one night, the tape that they played of the national anthem every game broke. Someone at the game, and 6 years later I really can’t remember who it was, mentioned that I used to be a singer. From that point on I sang the national anthem at every basketball game, men’s or women’s for the entire season.

    Well, when you sing a song that many times, you kind of fall into a rhythm. I didn’t so much think about the words or the notes or any of that stuff anymore. I’d just take the mic, head out to center court, do my thing, and get back to scoring. The problem with this is, when you’re not really paying attention to what you’re doing, when you get thrown off you get REALLY thrown off. So one night someone distracted me in the stands. It was like I was Manny Ramirez or something, all of the sudden I was just completely transfixed by something in the crowd instead of focusing on the song. So as I am finishing a verse I can’t remember what comes next and I can’t even remember what verse I just finished. So just to be sure, I sang the second verse of the song a second time. Probably would have made more sense just to skip to the whole “Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave” part because I doubt anyone would have noticed, but people DEFINITELY noticed me repeating the same words over again.

    Oh God even just remembering that makes me shudder a little. Thanks Macca! :p

    Oh look, it’s Beejer again. Hi Beejer, what can I do for you?

    Q: Ok I have a real one. What are the funniest search words that were used to find your blog?

    A: Check out this post on Hey Listen! and I think it explains one of the best instances of searching for my blog. He had seen the post I wrote about Casual Fan Bitches when Cardnilly linked to it, but when he couldn’t find it he used Google to see if he could find it on his own. The search terms he used? "red sox" thong pink pool Damon, apparently for a little while I was number 1 with that search string. I am now somewhere in the 40s. Thank the freaking lord. Though when you google casual fan bitch, even without the quotes, I’m still number 4.

    Now, all the way from Las Vegas, here’s Becki !

    Q: How do you pronounce FINY? Is it like "finny"? Or perhaps "fine-e". Or is is just "F I N Y"?

    A: I get this question a lot more often than I would have thought. The story behind the name is that about a year ago I started posting on under the screen name Soxfaninnyc. Blackjack and others started shortening it in the interest of laziness (they didn’t want to type out the long name when responding to me) and thus Finy was born. Originally it was shortened to SFiNYC, but I think Finy rolls off the tongue a bit better. I pronounce it as if it rhymed with mini. I’ve heard people use the hard e at the end, but somehow rhyming it with mini sounds cuter to me. Plus it doesn’t make me sound as if I am calling myself fine or something :)

    Coming to us all the way from Ontario, Canada, Mike has a few questions.

    Q: 1. Who is your favorite National League team?

    2. Who is your favorite non-Red Sox player? (and you can't pick alumni like Bellhorn or any other former player, thats cheating)

    3. What is your favorite brand of beer?

    A: Yay, sports questions! Was wondering how long I was going to have to wait for this!

    1. There’s no National League team that I’d say I am a fan of in the sense that I follow every game, but since moving to NYC I’d have to say it’s the Mets. When I was a kid it was the Braves, for reasons I’ve discussed previously (see the 100 Things About Me list) but now, especially with Pedro and Minky playing, and since I have such ready access to information about them, I’ve found myself rooting for the Mets more and more often.

    2. Oooh. Tough one. This dates back to my days as a Braves fan but I am going to have to say Andruw Jones. It started as a purely emotional fandom, the year that he was called up to replace an injured David Justice MM and I and her parents had seats in the front row at Shea Stadium for a Mets v. Braves game. Seeing the “new guy” in right was hot, we decided to start yelling at him every inning and waving furiously. He must have been 18 or 19 at the time, literally just activated, and eventually he started waving back every time he came out to the field. I was hooked. And now look at him. An amazing center fielder, finally having the break out season the Braves have been waiting for. Definitely an Andruw Jones fan.

    3. Another tough one. I’ll drink basically any beer you put in front of me. I am, in no way, a beer snob (a fact that the Twin is a bit disappointed about when I am ordering say, a Bud Light). But the old standby will always be Sam Adams.

    Now we move on to a question from CK from Kalamazoo, Michigan.

    Q: Why has there been no mention of the Twin this week?

    A: Knew this was going to be asked sooner or later. I’m finding it hard to write about the Twin without overanalyzing the situation, you know? I am trying desperately to just sit back, relax and enjoy whatever it is that’s going on (is he my boyfriend? are we dating? I have no idea) but it’s hard. I am scared shitless by the fact that I like the guy as much as I do. And he’s given me NO indication to think that anything is going wrong. To the contrary things are going great. My friends adore him, we see a lot of each other, he’s not afraid to be affectionate in public but not in that icky would-you-please-get-a-damned-room kind of way. It’s really been great. He says the sweetest thing sometimes.

    But do you guys really want to hear that my heart still goes a little faster when he randomly kisses my hand? And that he’s willing to do so in front of his sister? Or that the other night he was debating either going home or going to watch the Sox game and when I initially said I wasn’t going to be able to make it but then plans fell through and I called him back to say if he had decided to watch the Sox that I could meet him he said “Well, I had just convinced myself that going home would be smart but if I’m going to get to see you then you’ve changed my mind”? Not only is it not the me most of you are normally used to, but it’s also tough to share. And whenever I try it makes for bad writing. And while I don’t consider myself some fantastic author here, I do try to keep things at least a bit sharp. The last week or so when I write about the Twin it’s all mushy and hazy. A bit like my feelings at the moment.

    JMD would like to ask a wise assed question:

    Q: Are you ever going to answer these questions?

    A: Dude, it’s taken me two and a half hours to write this all out thus far, I’m getting there, I’m getting there!

    Now for some real questions from Chief Slacker coming to us all the way from St. Paul, MN!

    Q: It's a rule never to let a cute girl be sad on the weekends, so here:

    When are you going to get me your digits so I can TM annoy you like I do with Aurora ? ;O)

    And also:

    What's your biggest regret to date?

    A: Finy blushes. CS thinks I’m cute. *giggle*

    Biggest regret to date? Wow, that’s a tough one. I don’t think I have any massive ones. I mean, everything that has gone on in my life, all my choices, both good and bad, have led to me being where I am now. And I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.

    I guess that the biggest one I’ve got is not fighting harder when the ex left. The day that he walked out of the apartment I literally could not speak. I was so shocked. I felt like I had been hit by a truck and as he stood there, crying, telling me he was leaving, I didn’t say anything. Not a word. I wish I had. I wish I had screamed or cried or hit him or SOMETHING. If only because now his lasting image of me, after three and a half years together, is of a pathetic, tears in her eyes scared little girl watching him walk out the door. Not even strong enough to get angry at him.

    I know it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Him leaving I mean. But I wish it had gone down a bit differently. Yeah, I regret that a lot.

    As for getting my number, email me, we’ll talk ;)

    To move to lighter topics, my good friend Meegan , from Brooklyn, NY, would like to ask the following question:

    Q: Why on earth do you not like yogurt, you freak???

    A: Listen, you veggie loving weirdo, I just think it’s gross. I can’t explain it, it just tastes bad. Yick yick yick.

    From Tarrytown, NY, Ed has a few questions of his own:

    Q: What is your name?

    What is your quest?

    Now choose any of the following
    What is your favorite color?
    What is the capitol of Assyria?
    What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
    P.S. I got nothing. Have fun.

    A: Um, Finy?

    My quest? This is for sure some reference to a movie/book/somethingorother that I am not getting here. Right now I am on a quest to answer all these questions!

    I’m going to go with what my favorite color is. It’s purple. And ed, if you can answer the others, I’d love to see it. :)

    PS: we noticed, but we love you anways.

    Hi, Rebecca thanks for stopping in from Newtown, CT. What can I do you for?

    Q: how do you get so many comments, finy? you threaten that you will be sad, and that works?

    A: Apparently! It worked on you didn’t it? :) In all seriousness though, I have absolutely no idea how it happened. I clearly didn’t think the guilt trip would actually get 25 people to comment, and there are days when I check in and am like “10 people commented on me working from home? Seriously?” Perhaps some of the loyal commenters could answer this better than I could, but I think I just got lucky and some really great people stumbled across this place one way or another and they happen to be rather vocal. Love you guys!

    April comes to us all the way from the great state of Virginia:

    Q: Fill in the blanks of this statement:

    "Finy is so good at ______, but sometimes she just ________."

    The way you think each of these people would answer:

    Your Mom
    A co-worker
    A close friend
    An ex-boyfriend

    So that would be 4 questions, I guess since I don't think they'd all say the same thing. Or maybe they would, but that's why I'm asking! I'm an ass, I know.

    A: Yup, a total ass. This is hard!!

    Ok, here goes:

    Mom: You know what, Mom, why don’t you field this one?!
    A co-worker: “Finy is so good at multitasking, but sometimes she just doesn’t know how to say ‘no, I’m too busy’ and gets overwhelmed.”
    A close friend: Meegan , you want to handle this one?
    An ex-boyfriend: “Finy is so good at keeping that strong exterior, but sometimes she just needs to learn to accept outside help.”

    Whew, that one was hard, and I know I copped out asking Meegan and Mom to answer, but hey, what are you going to do? :)

    Next up is Ari from Rockaway, NJ.

    Q: One simple question?? What is the greatest Historical Moment that has defined your life (non sports related)?

    A: Wow, yeah that’s simple (Finy rolls her eyes). Well, there are very few times in a persons life that you can stand wherever you are and think: Wow, I am living through history right now. And while it wasn’t a “great” moment, that time for our generation was September 11th. It didn’t just affect my life, it affected the world as we know it.

    Mikey out in San Diego, CA has the following question:

    Q: please, please, tell me now... is there something I should know?

    A: Yes, I am completely obsessed with your blog.

    Fellow Sox fan stuck in NYC Michael Leggett wants to know:

    Q: What would really make you happy, this weekend?

    A: Getting to see the Twin. (see, I get all sappy!)

    Ken from (I believe) the Boston area doesn’t have so much of a question as a comment:

    Q: More posts about ass, maybe.

    sorry... i'm a perv...

    A: I’ll work on that. ;)

    perhaps I’ll post soon about the jeans I wear all the time cause they make my ass look good …

    On to the next question! This one comes to us from Long Iron , up in the “great white north”

    Q: Aside from baseball, what other sports do you like? Are you also a Bruin's fan?

    A: I LOVE football and am so excited that we’re getting back into it! Of course I am a Patriots fan. As for the Bruins, let’s say I support them, but don’t know a ton about them. Do not mistake that for not knowing the game because I know hockey as in, the rules, the strategies, etc etc. very well. My little brother is a goalie for a Juniors team in the Boston area and has been playing since he was 6 (he’s 19 now) so hockey has been a part of my life for QUITE some time, but the NHL for whatever reason just never drew me in.

    Outside of the Boston area, I am a BIG ND football fan. My uncle has been a professor there for 25+ years and a few years ago I got to go out there for my first game in South Bend. College football has such a different energy than professional sports. It’s palpable even just walking around campus. No matter how poor a year they have the student body gets behind their teams. And because the rosters change so often any team has the potential to win any given season. I love it.

    Jack Roy thanks for stopping by! You’re up next …

    Q: Coke or Pepsi, boxers or briefs, I dunno. Geez, this is hard. Why don't you tell me what Ishould write about? Uh... are you gonna cheer for Bellhorn ever again? (Not if he's facing Wakefield, obviously, but I'm actually kinda not sure for myself.)

    A: Coke, boxer-briefs, and no kidding. It’s TOUGH! Ok, what should you write about? IPods, if using those skin thingies really can save them so much wear and tear? Then why not just build them with one on already?!

    As for Bellhorn, I will always be a fan. I really do think I will always cheer for him, even if I can’t cheer for the team he is playing for. He’s just a class act, who gave a LOT to the Sox while he was here. If he had asked to be traded, or had bitched his way out of town, maybe I’d be pissed, but the Sox let him go, and he exited in the quiet manner we’ve all come to know him for. He’ll absolutely always have my respect.

    My good friend Esther, from New York, NY had the following question:

    Q: Ok, apparently I'm late, but one question was already taken - why haven't you posted about the Twin? So my next question is how do you really feel about my nagging you to quit smoking, and will you ever do it?

    A: You’re nagging me about not smoking will NEVER bother me. I know it’s a nasty habit, and I know you’re saying what you’re saying because you care about me. I would never get pissed at the people I love trying to get me to quit.

    Who I DO get pissed at are the random people on the street. The “hey, you know that’s really bad for you” who then go into ten minute rants on how I am killing myself. No shit. I had NO idea, but since you just wandered up to me and informed me of the situation I am never going to pick up a cancer stick again!


    And yes, I do think I’ll do it. I know I’ve said that in the past, but I will. I have to. Sooner or later one of these attempts to quit is going to stick, and until it does, I’ll just keep trying.

    Yet another Masshole (I use the term lovingly!) Ken has something to add as well:

    Q: I think I could find a way to shock your mom... hell I can find a way to shock anyone ;-)

    Now my question - if you could re-live one moment in your life, what would it be?

    A: Ack! Ok, sorry, yes you could shock my Mom, so let’s not try ok? :)

    As for a moment to relive … hmmm … that’s a tough one (you guys really made me think today!) I think it might be the last time I saw my grandmother before she passed away. I’d love to hug her just one more time.

    And finally, last but not least, Ed is back with one last question:

    Q: Do these pants make me look fat?

    A: I think the black skirt with the slit up the right leg would look better to be honest.

    Oh wait, he’s got one last question to add:

    Here's one. Might be revealing state secrets though.

    Is it true that a girl knows the first time she sees a guy whether she will eventually have sex with him?

    A: Well, I can only answer for myself, but personally I find this to be completely untrue. The more you talk to someone the easier it is for them to become less, or more attractive. For example, you see a hot guy standing at the end of the bar. You exchange looks, he sends over a drink. You graciously accept and he comes over to say hello. Within minutes of talking to him you realize the guy is dumb as a rock. Or arrogant as hell. Or worse, BOTH. You have been immediately put off of any steamy bedroom fantasties involving the two of you and start to wish you had stayed home with a good book or a Sex and the City DVD.

    The reverse is also true. A typically average guy approaches you at the bar. Kind of dorky, not really all that cute, but in the course of conversation you feel yourself engaged, laughing, intellectually stimulated. And you start to wonder if there’s a sexual animal hidden under that sweater vest.

    So it works both ways. But I’d never say that I knew, straight away, that I was going to shag every guy I shagged and that I wasn’t going to every man I didn’t. It’s a crap shoot really.

    Well, that’s all we have time for today. Thanks for joining us for our first “Q&A with Finy”. I hope I answered all of your questions in a satisfactory manner and I look forward to speaking to you all again real soon!

    Signing off from New York City, this has been Finy with “Q&A with Finy”


    posted by FINY @ Wednesday, September 07, 2005   18 comments
    Tuesday, September 06, 2005
    It Meant The World
    *Warning, there are some seriously cheesy moments coming. Prepare yourself!*

    For those of you who didn't see "Big Tool For You"s comment on my last post, check it out, it will make THIS post make a lot more sense.

    BTFY and The-Future-Mrs.-BTFY (yeah you guys are going to be stuck with that moniker for a while) gave me a call just now. They told me how much they liked the blog, and how impressed they were with my writing. What I'M impressed with, and touched by, is that they made the call at all. A lot of my friends don't understand the whole "blog thing". And that's fine, I understand that, but just the simple act of calling me up made me want to run to the Upper East Side to hug them both.

    My friends here in NYC are like my family. They mean the world to me. I don't know why they checked out the blog today, of all days, but I am so glad they did. I love you guys.

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    posted by FINY @ Tuesday, September 06, 2005   4 comments
    Hold The Sugar Coating
    I laugh at myself a lot. At the stupid things I do and say. I’m completely unfunny when I try to be, but hilarious in a completely unintentional way. I’m much better at being the butt of my own jokes than I am at making them at others expense.

    And I’m comfortable with this. It’s been this way for a long time. Better to laugh than to get offended. Than to get hurt.

    This weekend has passed in a blur, and even my mother could tell on the phone the other day that something was wrong. I assured her everything was fine. I thought everything was. She was right. I was wrong.

    Friday night was great. I met the Twin at Union Square and we headed over to his friend’s place, sat around, had a few beers. It was the first time I had met one of his friends. His sister arrived that night and we went back to his place, settled her in, and he drove me home. It was such a casual thing, him borrowing his sister’s car, finding directions to my place. But he held my hand the entire ride home, pausing to kiss the back of it at stoplights. I was once again reminded of exactly how smitten I am. This should make me happier than it does.

    Saturday I headed to a BBQ in NJ at MM’s boyfriend’s house. Thankfully, Meegan attended as well, because I needed a buffer. Because also at the party were two men, one whom I had dated, another whom I had slept with (they also happened to be best friends) and a myriad of people who, let’s just say, aren’t my biggest fans. But I was intent to ignore that and simply have a good time. MC was there as were the two engaged couples from our high school crowd. I was hoping to avoid disaster.

    It didn’t happen. From the minute I arrived the two guys of the engaged couples started in on me. Who were the guys I’d hooked up with, was I going to sleep with one of them again that night, etc etc. This is typical behavior and something I’ve come to engage in with them quite frequently.

    See, I was supposed to be the first to get married. The ex and I were on the fast track to happily-ever-after. Since that ended more than two years ago there haven’t been any serious relationships in my life. Sure there was the crazy rebound guy who I dated for three months directly after the ex left, but since then there have been a myriad of one night stands, casual relationships, and random flirtations. Nothing lastning. No commitment.

    So as the boys started up with the jokes, with the insinuations, I should have laughed it off as I always do. And I tried. But it hurt this time. Because all of them had met the Twin, and they still didn’t seem to get that I actually liked him. And how can I blame them? Hell, one of my best friends never even asks how things are going with him. I have to assume because she, as with seemingly everyone else, assumes that this is just another one of those flings.

    And I was embarrassed that the proof of my philandering was staring me in the face. Especially when, as we were sitting in the hot tub, the guy I had slept with called me out on it. There I sat, with two men I had been involved in some way with, a few friends, and a few people I didn’t know, debating whether the guy I had slept with was a “player” or not. In a way it felt great. I put him in his place in front of quite a few people and I came out of it with as much dignity as is humanly possible.

    In another way I felt like crap. That I had had to defend myself and my actions in that way. That I had to admit that I had allowed myself to become just a bit desperate for that night, no matter how long ago it was, and become just another girl this guy had taken home. So when it was all over and one of the engaged guys came up to me and started joking about how all that fighting was just foreplay, I actually wanted to cry.

    Because at that point I needed someone to back me. I needed someone to just give me a hug and leave it at that. What I didn’t need was someone else throwing my “reputation” in my face. And again, I can’t be mad. I’ve let them do this for years. They’ve known me since high school, they’ve seen the evidence.

    But it still hurt. And it still hurts. Sunday night I met up with the Twin and his sister for drinks at a Flatiron District bar. We sat and talked and drank until the wee hours and as we headed out and I started to wander for the subway the Twin looked at me like I was nuts.
    “Where are you going?”
    “The subway”
    “Why would you do that?”
    “Because your sister is sleeping in your living room.”
    “Don’t be silly get in the cab.”
    And I did. And it was much less awkward than I would have imagined. The next morning we helped him around the apartment, listened to the Sox game together and went out to lunch. When his sister left we watched a movie, nearly passed out from being so tired, and I headed home.

    And I was left once again realizing how much I liked him. And how absolutely terrified that makes me. Since the ex I haven’t really dated anyone this way, other than crazy rebound guy, who was everything his nickname suggests. In two years I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do now. Because I can’t read his mind, and I don’t know what he is thinking. Because I am terrified that I’m going to do or say something to make him go away.

    Which is utterly ridiculous as we’ve only been dating for a couple of months. I feel like my feelings are unjustified. That I am putting too much weight behind them. That since I haven’t cared for so long that I have now done a complete 180 and am caring too much. If the ex taught me anything it’s that if a relationship doesn’t work out I can live through it. If I could live through that I could live through anything.

    So why am I feeling so needy? Why is my past bothering me so much now? Why did those off-handed remarks, so frequent and laughable in the last few years, feel like salt in the wound this weekend?

    The answers to all of these questions are most likely that I’ve found a guy I can actually see myself dating for a while and that scares the hell out of me. Luckily instead of sitting here and overanalyzing anymore, I can focus on the fact that it is Monday morning, that I need to go shower and get ready for work, and throw myself headlong into the work week. And worry about all of this next weekend.

    Happy Monday everyone.

    EDIT: Ok, so it's not Monday, it's Tuesday. Wondering if anyone else other than my Mom noticed this and just didn't want to say anything because of how cracked out this post is? :)


    posted by FINY @ Tuesday, September 06, 2005   18 comments
    Sunday, September 04, 2005
    Answers to come
    I am sure you are all off enjoying your Labor Day weekends and not even paying attention to the fact that I haven't written yet, but I just wanted to let you know the answers to the Q&A below are coming I swear. It's taking FOREVER! I've been working on it for two hours now and I'm not even close to done! But it will be up soon I promise.


    posted by FINY @ Sunday, September 04, 2005   5 comments
    Friday, September 02, 2005
    Out of Ideas
    Ok all help a girl out. I have no clue what to write about. I'd rather not tear up while posting so writing about Katrina's kind of out and that was the only real idea I had. So throw some topics out there. Actually, let's do a Q&A ... ask me ANY question and I'll answer. I know I know, that's entering dangerous territory, but list the questions and I'll create an entirely new post to answer them all (I love how I am saying them all like I have a bazillion readers or something, instead of the 15 or so of you who actually read this every day!)

    So fire away. What are you burning to know about Finy?

    EDIT: I'm going to remind you all that I know how many of you visit this page every day, I am going to be very disappointed if I don't hear from everyone who reads this post. You don't want to make Finy sad right before a long weekend, do you? DO YOU?!


    posted by FINY @ Friday, September 02, 2005   27 comments
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