1. We won both ends of our doubleheader today, in scores so laughable that they looked like football scores in our team's favor. It really wasn't that fun to pound another team like that. But I'm sure my guys had some fun, as we hit five home runs in the two games.
2. Afterwards, we headed out to Joe Squared, where the owner freaked me out by telling me he knew I was coming because he had read about it on this blog. Woah. Then, he mentioned the name of the blog in front of my dad and the one person in Baltimore I really hope never sees it. Luckily, I don't think my dad really knows what a blog is, and the music was too loud for the other one to hear it. Phew.
3. I was too tired to keep going, but my dad is still out. He decided to take my car out and go to the Fraternal Order Of Police bar up Harford Road. I'm embarassed that my 54-year old father has more legs than I do tonight, but he didn't teach 14-year olds all day and then coach two games of a doubleheader. Talk about exhausted. And tomorrow's a big day, with sightseeing during the day and a house concert at night.
4. My dad informed me that a classmate from elementary school died in a car wreck this week. It's strange, because I was just thinking the other day - as I was going through my box of mementos during my spring cleaning day - that no one from my class or high school has died, at least any that I had heard of. I had a close classmate die when I was in the second grade, and then a guy I played baseball with - a tall lanky left-handed first baseman - got cancer when I was a freshmen in college and he was a senior in high school. He ended up dying right around the time he was supposed to graduate, and that really sucked. It also sucks that I can't remember his last name; his first name was Josh. But this is the first death I've heard of since then, and this one is significant because I went to school with him from kindergarten through third grade at the Catholic elementary school, and then I moved to the Detroit area, but then I hung out with him again when I returned to the southwest corner of Michigan in the 7th grade. I haven't seen him in ten years, but it's still really sad to me, another reminder of the precariousness of life, that something like this could happen to me or anyone else any time. Especially if you spend the day drinking* and decide to go racing in your 1996 pickup truck on a curvy country road without a seatbelt on. (toxicology reports pending, but it's rumored he was in bars all day.)
Quote For The Day - “Palin is nothing if not fertile. Or, perhaps more accurately, she is nothing if she isn’t fertile,” – Kathleen Parker.
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