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Saturday, July 27, 2002

 

I thought I'd go back to the present (no Delorean necessary) and fill everyone in on what I've been doing recently.

Monday I went to the O's game with my cuz, a frequent contributor to and reader of the blog. Also tagging along were Mary Ellen, bedman's dj partner and my uncle (his dad). (Sorry, no link for Uncle Willard- he should get a blog or journal or something.) Anyway, the game itself was OK. The O's lost to the Blue Jays, da bums.

Speaking of, the highlight of the day was on the way to the park, there was a drunk guy directing traffic. If I had been drinking anything at the time, it would have been squirting out my nose. I was laughing uncontrollably. Sorry. Inebriation is nothing to laugh or gawk at. :-D



Then yesterday afternoon I cut work a little early (it was rainy anyway, so everybody was inside doing nothing) to go with the family to Fredneck to see the Keys A-level baseball club play. Since we were on a bus with old folks... er... I mean retirees, we stopped at a down-home stye place for supper at about 4:45. Typical, I know.

As I mentioned, it had been pouring that day, so the grounds crew (apparently a few local farmhands who were moonlighting) couldn't fix up the field well enough to guarantee against any career-shattering injuries for the youngsters. The game was finally officially rained-out at like 8:15 or something, so they had a home-run derby, and proceeded with fireworks right afterward. And the geezers... I mean senior citizens couldn't have been happier. It was time to go home and watch some Matlock!

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