6/7/08

Typical day (for me, at least). Lots of good intentions. Very little action. The weatherman got it dead wrong, and I was dumb enough to believe him, so I stayed home and didn't catch the Tigers' win in person. Then I didn't really do anything else all day. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.

6/6/08

Here's a 'silver lining' story for you. I headed over to a friend's house to cook up some brats and potatoes before the game. By the time all was said and done, I ate a ton of food and drank a few beers, leaving me feeling pretty sluggish.

So I just hung out and watched the game on TV instead of driving downtown. See. Glad I didn't spend any money on that shit. Sometimes everything just seems to work out.

6/5/08

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday. Not a whole lot new to say. I made it over to my parents' house for a while, then somehow got distracted on the way home. I ran into a former acquaintance at a local watering hole and, well, you know how that goes. I never did make it back to my place, but at least I can be considered a man again, in certain circles. That was long overdue.

I think I'll head to the ballpark Friday and see if that poor excuse for a baseball team is motivated by my presence. Three games with Cleveland just might make or break this season.

6/4/08

NBC doesn't show the national anthem before the Stanley Cup finals. If you know why that bothers me, go ahead and look into it. If you don't, then just stick your head back in the sand and think you get objective news every night.

The morning was a rainy and dreary affair. The rain was worst around Columbus, during the morning rush, so it got a little slow for a bit. I got into Taylor around noon and dropped off the trailer, then headed home.

An overriding question for me in recent days has been whether or not Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy was worth trying. I've heard ads on the radio and thought I should probably see for myself. Question answered. Pretty solid. It's pretty damn expensive, so I don't imagine I would buy a lot of it, but for a nice refreshment on a hot day, beauty. The slight twinge of lemonade adds just that little bit of distinction. Good stuff.

Anyhow, Wings are on. Time to eliminate Pittsburgh.