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Monday, July 21, 2003

So the Cubs shelled Marlins phenom Dontrelle "I am almost 2 years younger than the author of this blog" Willis yesterday, to the tune of 6 earned runs in 2 IP. They wound up somehow scoring 16 runs, despite scoring 0 earned runs in their previous two games. After looking so bad for awhile, Sammy looks dangerous again; he hit a homerun yesterday that still don't think has come down. Ah yes, the Cubs. Have I mentioned I know they'll break my heart?

Work is breaking my back lately; I just don't have the psychological makeup for the kind of thing that I'm doing. Maybe that's a copout, and I'm just a huge pussy, but I hate my job and I'm terribly glad to have a day off today. With that, dear reader, enjoy yours.

Saturday, July 19, 2003

Back again, from the cyber-dead. Bill sounds like he needs my blathering drivel back in his life, and this is a service I am only too happy to provide. 8.8 miles were covered in about 90 minutes this morning, which is neither good nor bad. I find that, as the weather gets warmer, I my Saturday excursions seem more like "active attempts to dehydrate myself" than actual "runs." Today I stopped sweating somewhere in Mile 7, which is never a good sign. And then I got a really sharp pain in my ass, and I can imagine how interesting that is to everybody.

Pro beach volleyball is back on TV now, and I'm quite impressed. 2-on-2 volleyball is hard in a gym with perfect footing and no wind, and almost impossibly hard on sand. I'd bet most people don't realize this, especially since most people cheat at volleyball anyway, which is a shame. I have a sudden desire to watch "Top Gun" right now.

"What's your problem, Kazanski?"
"You're everyone's problem. That's because every time you go up in the air, you're un-safe. I don't like you because you're dangerous."
"THAT'S RIGHT! Ice....man. I am dangerous."

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