Last night was a complete bust. I am really disappointed in Bud Selig and MLB as a whole.
I had a huge rant planned out but I'll keep it to myself.
The game will eventually be played and I'll be watching. The Phillies have 3 more outs than the Rays to score one more run. I guess I'm OK with that.
Until then the two bottles of champagne will stay in the fridge.
The boy has some killer gas and it kills me to watch him struggle with it but at the same time I can't help but laugh. I mean here is this 6 week old baby grunting his way to some truly glorious gassers. It amazes me that these simple occurrences have taken the place of me going to the World Series or spending the evening at the bar. I guess that in and of itself isn't really too amazing but the fact that I'm fine with it is.
Working on a mix for my brother and its one great song away from being perfect.
Mental note:
I need to find everything released by Prayers and Tears of Arthur Digby Sellers and Frightened Rabbit.
Halloween is coming up. There may be baseball in November. This is shaping up to be a pretty wild time.
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