Blog, I wish I could quit you

1. Yes, that was me tonight at Kooper's Tavern in Fell's Point, grading papers at the bar while watching the O's/Tigers game. The only Tigers games I can't watch on MLBtv are Orioles games, since they're blacked out, so I had to head somewhere else to watch the game.

2. I'm in quite a funk lately, mostly due to my lack of fitness. For some reason, I'm avoiding the gym lately like anathema. This is so counterintuitive to how I need to live (going to the gym = feeling healthy = eating healthy = feeling happy) that I don't know what's going on. Life is so busy right now with baseball season, but I've got to stop making that excuse. I feel like a lard ass.

3. We drew the toughest possible opponent for playoffs. On Monday, we're playing a team that is probably going to win the State championship in baseball this year, on the strength of a pitcher who apparently throws in the high 80s and is going to be drafted out of high school. We're already at a severe disadvantage when we play county teams (mostly they've played together their whole lives, their facilities are way better, they have more access to summer leagues and programs, dads that play catch starting when a kid is five years old, etc), so this is disheartening. Oh well, it was a decent season. We're having a bunting practice tomorrow to try to devise some strategies against really tough pitching like this.

4. I've never encountered a case of teacheritis so strong in my five year career. I'm attributing it all to floating from classroom to classroom and incompetence above me at multiple levels. I need a break. Summer couldn't come quick enough.

5. I often think about not posting for a day, but end up sitting down at the computer before bed, and some surfing generally leads to some posting, despite my not really having much to say. Numbered blog posts almost always donote laziness in the writer, and that's certainly the case tonight. But it's tough to even go a day away from this daily reflection on my day's activities. It's my contented sigh after a long ass day. And, frankly, I don't think I could quit doing it even if I tried.