He was the 4th president of the United States. But I'm only interested in his last name right now. That's where I am. Madison, WI. Jesse and I were just side by side on our laptops until he headed to bed a minute ago. It's 2 AM and the fact that he (and Ryan until 45 minutes ago) pulled late nights with us in town, having to get up in 5 hours to work, is coming up big when it matters. Much appreciated. As was the stern talking to Ryan gave me about qualifying for the main event, because plane tickets are where they need to be, and dammit he wants somewhere to go July 4th weekend. Well alright then. Consider my ass kicked...
Saturday we will be at one of my Meccas... Wrigley Field... Chicago, IL. If you argued that it was the greatest place in the world, I would not fight you. So many things have happened and been felt there, but I think my mom scattering my grandpa's ashes onto the field after a game in the left field corner is the coolest of them all. The team has frustrated me so far this season, but there's nothing like a trip to the Friendly Confines to get my blood pumping furiously again...
And happy birthday Brent. Three months from today you will be getting married. It will be the first time I've officiated anything since reffing WAYSA soccer when I was 15. There will be no whistle blowing this time. The only whistles will be those of adoration. I'm so thrilled to be a part of it...
During our softball game Tuesday night, I ripped a ball to right center that rolled past everyone. As I was rounded the bases and was nearing 3rd base, the girl playing there said, "Nice hit."
I responded, "Thank you."
And then I farted.
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good one.
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