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bktheirregularI didn't pick up the Playstation until I'd found the apartment I was going to move into when I vacated my hole-in-the-wall rent-too-damn-high crash pad in the fall of 1009. I knew that when I moved in, I was finally going to get a television, and I figured I might as well invest in a hi-def movie player to go with it, and most of the reviews I'd read said that the PS3 was the best Blu-ray player on the market. Plus the price had dropped and they'd just come out with the smaller, more power-efficient model, so it was easier to justify spending the money I'd put aside for the hi-def purchase. I hadn't realized that the following summer, the machine would also turn into the best solution for my baseball-deprivation problem.
Well, until the now-infamous Sony hack took down the Playstation network and kneecapped MLB's internet streaming capabilities along with it.
But then, I hadn't really noticed, because the hack hit right as I was leaving for New York, and when I got back to Athens, I almost immediately had to unplug my TV and associated devices and put them under a sheet and a blanket while the workers tore open my wall to plug the leaks. (Sheet to keep away dust, blanket to protect against damage from more substantial chips of debris.)
I left for New York two weeks ago, I've been back a week, and in that time, they've opened my wall up, ripped out the badly-designed balcony stoop, replaced the stoop with a new marble slab, sealed the doorway from leaks, replaced the torn-out brickwork on the inner wall, re-plastered the wall, and if the flooring guy's to be believed, in the next couple of days they'll have replaced six square meters (about 64 square feet) of warped parquet with new wood.
And it's looking like even odds I still won't have my baseball back by then.
Well, until the now-infamous Sony hack took down the Playstation network and kneecapped MLB's internet streaming capabilities along with it.
But then, I hadn't really noticed, because the hack hit right as I was leaving for New York, and when I got back to Athens, I almost immediately had to unplug my TV and associated devices and put them under a sheet and a blanket while the workers tore open my wall to plug the leaks. (Sheet to keep away dust, blanket to protect against damage from more substantial chips of debris.)
I left for New York two weeks ago, I've been back a week, and in that time, they've opened my wall up, ripped out the badly-designed balcony stoop, replaced the stoop with a new marble slab, sealed the doorway from leaks, replaced the torn-out brickwork on the inner wall, re-plastered the wall, and if the flooring guy's to be believed, in the next couple of days they'll have replaced six square meters (about 64 square feet) of warped parquet with new wood.
And it's looking like even odds I still won't have my baseball back by then.
