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13 days to baseball games that count. Call me a reactionary, but I believe the first game of the major-league baseball season ought to be played in Cincinnati, on green grass, In the middle of the day, and the middle of April. I’m also a realist, and so I believe that will never happen again.
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MS Word’s spell checker doesn’t include the word Cincinnati.
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On This date in 1991, we moved into our house.
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On TV recently, I saw a commercial for the Dogpedic dog bed which is made of memory foam and has, according to the spot, a custom, non-slip bottom. I found myself wishing I had one of those–not the dog bed, the custom, non-slip bottom.
- Andrew Cuomo is running for Governor of New York; he just hasn’t said so yet.
- If you develop a reputation for sarcasm, you can say almost anything.
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I told my friend Richard (not Feder) from New Jersey (not Ft. Lee) that I’m having trouble thinking of things to be frustrated about. This blog is, after all, the Sisyphus Project and I need some frustration to complain about in order to continue writing. He suggested that I’ve already found a really big and inexhaustible source of frustration: I root for the Mets.
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Once in a great while, I see another driver do something so stupid near me that I pull over, stop my car, get out, and check to see if my car is still visible. So far, it always has been, but you never know.
