Tomorrow baseball’s post season starts. And for the first time since they played each other in the 1906 World Series, both Chicago teams will participate in post season baseball. Of course, I’ve got heavy rooting interest in seeing the Cubs go all the way. I’ve said it many times over the course of this season, but this year has been amazing and as far as regular seasons go, the best of my life for the Cubs. I’ve got legitimate excitement and expectations for this team. 2003 going into the post season I thought they had a great chance to go to the World Series and even win it. And when they went up 3 games to 1 against the Marlins I was certain they would go and then I was crushed when they didn’t. Last year was different, I didn’t know what to expect, I knew they had just as much of a chance of winning it all as any of the other 7 teams in the playoffs, yet I also knew they had just as much of a chance to get swept in the first round, which is exactly what happened. Sure, I was disappointed but it was nothing like 2003. This year has a different feel to it. I can honestly say that going into the playoffs they without question have the best team in the National League. That doesn’t mean they have the hottest team or that they will win, just that they have the best team which is evident in their record. By all accounts, they should go to the World Series. Not going could be and even bigger disappointment then 2003. Still, I’m going to make a bold statement and say they will go to the World Series, only to lose to the Los Angeles California Anaheim Los Angeles again Angels of Anaheim.

Pearl Jam’s Eddie Vedder is a huge Cub fan and Ernie Banks asked him to write a song for the Cubs. I have added it to my playlist. Hopefully this year, we will go all the way.

Why is it that anything leaving the body is a relief? And in some cases not just a relief but a BIG relief. And in some cases not just a BIG relief but it also feels VERY good. Great even. We have all been there where you have to piss sooooo bad and you just can’t hold it anymore so you finally get up, drop your pants and piss all over the salad bar at the Old Country Buffet. Or how about 10 minutes after eating White Castle and you have to run your ass off just to get to the shitter to dispose properly of the sliders? Or when you are severely hung over and the only way you feel better is when you throw up that omelet you had for breakfast. And then there is everybody’s favorite release, the orgasm. You’ve been stuffed away camping in the woods for 5 days and haven’t had enough alone time to tug-a-tug tug the beefstick until the fun juice comes out. When you finally get the chance to release it at the nearest rest stop, its an instant feeling of gratification that you are glowing for the rest of the 10 hour ride home. And perhaps you are one of those people who gets so upset at times that you cry. One always feels much better after the post cry meltdown. I mean how many times do you hear somebody say “oh, I really needed that” after a good cry. And after a good fuck. And in some instances, the crying and the fucking go hand in hand if the fucking is so good that it actually makes somebody cry. Either way, it feels good to get it all out.  And then there is giving birth. Sure, it may have been years or several lives ago that I actually gave birth so I don’t really remember, but everybody that I know who has been pregnant has always said towards the end that they can’t wait for it to be over or that it finally feels good to have the baby out of me. Ok, so I guess not everything is a relief, after all,  bleeding and losing mass amounts of blood doesn’t exactly feel good or is a relief in anyway, it can provide you with a much needed rest should you manage to survive.

Still, besides the blood, the mere relief that you feel when releasing something can not be duplicated. Its that instant moment when you have let it all out that makes holding it in almost worth it. Its that one thing that unites all of the above. Of course, some things have more in common with others. Take shitting and sex. You probably never realized or cared to realize how much the both have in common but there are so many things that its actually scary. Or disgusting. Take your pick. Fine, I will pick for you, its scar-gusting or maybe dis-cary. Either way, they have more than just the fact that both releases come from the mid section of the body.

See, first you have the realization that it must come out. Maybe at first you aren’t in a position where either can easily happen. So, the goal is to get to a time and place where the release can successfully be made. Some people use the same place to release both: the bathroom.

So you have made it to the bathroom. If you are like me, you take off all your clothes when you crap but only pull down your pants when you fuck. For some people its the opposite. Either way, the genital region finally has its time in the sun. So what do we do once we have the pants off? We find ways to cover up the exposed area, maybe by sitting on the toilet or by inserting the cock into a hole of some kind of having said hole filled by juicy cock. Doesn’t matter, in the cases of both the shit and the sex, neither exposed area gets as much air as it probably should.

 With sex, first there is the foreplay which is the equivalent to farting. Both are signs of the real show which is yet to come. So after the foreplay comes the big show.

Ok, so now we move onto the task at hand. This comes complete with all sorts of noises and smells. With sex there is pushing and shoving, heavy breathing, groaning, moaning and if its really good, maybe even a little screaming.  With taking a crap, there is pushing and shoving, maybe a little groaning, moaning and if its really stuck, a little bit of screaming. Hell, sometimes it gets so bad you almost wish you had a Lamaze coach to help you through it.

And then there is the funny faces. Sometimes your partner can tell you about your face at the moment of climax when having sex. And if you are fortunate enough to have a mirror in front of you at the time of impact, you can see the great face you make during bowel removal which is truly priceless. We can call this the Shit Face.

Now its all over. And the first thing you notice is the unmistakable smell. A lot of people try to cover up the smell with some sort of air freshener. But, in both cases, you pretty much just have to let the smell run its course.

Now comes time for clean up. This usually involves some sort of paper product, maybe a tissue or toilet paper. Either way, you are probably flushing both pieces of evidence.

And finally last but definitely not least, comes the relief. Most people feel that in the first few minutes and moments afterwards one’s mind is at its most clear and can really think about things. Lincoln was rumored to have written the Gettysburg Address after getting plowed by his 19 year old houseboy. And Shakespheare came up with his idea for Hamlet after passing a log for 25 minutes.

See, now we have come full circle. Its all about relief from something leaving your body.

I’ve completely disgusted you, haven’t I?

I think I want to start using the term gunnysack a little bit more. You know, work it into my daily vocabulary. Gunnysack. Its such a fun word. I’d like to think I know what it means. I think I’ve only heard David Letterman use it. Then again do I really want to use it, I mean, its probably an old person word. But, let’s just break the word down. The first word, gunny, just sounds fun. Its like its a fun and sensitive word for gun. Then the word sack. And only good things come from the word sack. I mean, first and foremost there is a guy’s sack. Who doesn’t love a guy’s sack? Even straight guys love a man’s sack, especially their own. I mean, the sack produces the love juice. And how about a sack as in a bag. People only keep fun things in a sack, like their secret stash. Or maybe a sack full of candy. Or Santa’s sack full of toys. In football if the quarterback is tackled before the line of scrimmage that is known as a sack, and everybody loves a sack…………well, provided said sack doesn’t happen to your team. Really there is nothing bad about gunny or sack. So that’s it, I’m going to start using the term gunnysack.

Or not.

You know there are really 2 things everybody is looking for in a relationship. Well, at least 2 things that everybody wants a partner to be able to do: make them laugh and make them cum. Lots of laughing and lots of cumming. And both of these things can be very hard to do. Both might be the greatest things in the world. Honestly, who doesn’t just love both. You can not describe either one, you just have to experience it for yourself. And sure you can make yourself laugh and you can make yourself cum, but its always much better when somebody else makes you laugh or cum. And it always feels really good to make somebody else laugh or cum. Sometimes its hard to do either. I mean, you can work your ass off trying to make somebody laugh and all you get out of them is a tiny tee-hee. Or you can fuck and suck until your blue in the face (or in some cases, blue in the balls) and still not make the person cum. Then there is me, making people laugh comes very easy to me. I can do it without even thinking. The cumming part…………..well, that’s a whole different story. As for myself, its the opposite, it can sometimes take a lot to make me laugh but not much to make me cum. Or sometimes I’m easily amused and other times it takes forever for me to cum. Shit…………..I’m starting to think that is too much info. I mean, why would I want to post shit like that about myself on the internet for the whole world to see. Then again, nobody reads this so its all good.

Still if there is somebody out there who can hit the daily double and make you laugh and cum hang on to them. Or if they can make you do both at the same time, then you should find a way to clone them and sell the clones on the free market. Or maybe they can make you laugh so hard that you cum. Or cum so much that you laugh until you cry. Shit, that would be some sort of special fucking person, I’m thinking they would deserve some sort of Congressional medal of honor in the field of laughing and cumming. I mean, I’ve made people laugh so hard before that they couldn’t breath, but to make them laugh so hard that they go pass the non breathing and straight to the orgasm well that’s something really fucking special. Orgasmic laughter…………..that just has a great ring to it, doesn’t it? Maybe if I had a band I could call them Orgasmic Laughter. Ehhhh, still not as good of a name as The Douche Bags of Fashion, Cameron’s Etch A Sketch or Slobercock but maybe a better name than Split Stream.

I heard a song on the radio today which I have added to my play list. I had never heard the song before but I was told by several people that the song is some 14 years old. I thought it was funny as hell so listen to it above and also you can read the lyrics which I will post here:

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It’s detachable.

[ background singing begins:
"detachable penis" over and over ]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think
it’s gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don’t need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can’t for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn’t find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn’t seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
’cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don’t like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down
every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue
towards St. Mark’s Place,
where all those people sell used books
and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I
talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get
it permanently attached,
but I don’t know.
Even though sometimes it’s a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

[ background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out ]

There are a couple of ladies who started at my job recently who make my Evilgelical sense tingle. See in the same way that Spider Man has his spidey sense in which he can sense danger or how a mother’s intuition tells her that her daughter’s boyfriend is a drugged out loser who is only trying to plow her daughter, I have a sixth sense that alerts me when somebody is over Jesus-a-fied. Maybe its because as a gay, liberal Atheist we are mortal enemies, but I seem to always know within minutes of meeting somebody that they are an Evilgelical. Its like I see them and know automatically that they are to be avoided and made fun of. This got me to thinking, what if I could invent a whole new superhero to fight the evils and injustices of the Evilgelicals and Christian right.

His name would be Gay McAtheist, and he goes from town to town sniffing out Evilgelicals and turning them gay with one wink of the eye. He senses their evilness because they are floating around high on the life that is Jesus when deep down under it all they long for a stiff dick in the ass to give them what they really need. What’s that, Christian conservatives are boycotting a planned parenthood clinic? Well no need to fear, Gay McAtheist is here to save the day with lube and condoms for everybody. Evilgelicals are going door to door to drum up support for a gay marriage ban? Well our hero Gay McAtheist is on the scene to make the Evilgelicals point to the exact place in the bible where Jesus says he is against gay marriage. Trouble at the school board meeting where a hardcore Christian is belittling evolution and begging for creationism to be taught in schools? Well here comes our friend Gay McAtheist with mountains of evidence pointing to evolution to settle the score. Yes, there is nothing Gay McAtheist can’t do. Except maybe change a tire.

Still, what a great hero he would be. He could sense out the evilgelicals before they even have a chance to spread their message. How does he sense work? First his skin starts to crawl. Then he has the sudden urge to jerk off while thinking about his last gay encounter. He also can see that wild crazy look in their eyes, you know the look with the little image of Jesus dangling from their pupils. Then there is the false impression of happiness when what they really feel is suppression of all that makes them feel good. Its a nice day out and they thank God for the beautiful sunshine. They go to eat a bag of Oreos and add to their already 83% body fat when before they take that first bite they thank their Lord for the bounty thy are about to receive. Those are surefire signs that Gay McAtheist is in the presence of Evilgelicals.

Oh Gay McAtheist. Why aren’t you real?

The following story is 100% not true. Nothing about it is accurate. Should you actually believe the story then you are a total dumbass who deserves to personally live with Bush as your president for the next 16 years.

OBAMA AND MCCAIN AGREE 100% ON ISSUE:
    Shia LaBeouf should never be allowed to act again

With the 2008 presidential election just six short weeks away, Democratic nominee Barack Obama and Republican nominee John McCain have finally found an issue that they agree 100% on and are willing to come together in support of this issue. The issue at hand is the acting non talents of young hack Shia LaBeouf. The issue was brought up to Obama by another talentless hack, Vince Vaughn while at a fund raiser.  This morning, McCain and Obama both appeared together at a press conference to address the issue. Said Obama “We need change and part of that change should prevent Shia LaBeouf from ever acting again. Sure that is probably not change you can believe in, but hey, if I’m able to prevent him from acting it will be the biggest accomplishment of my political career.” McCain then added “Yes, Senator Obama, you couldn’t be more right. When I was stuck in a Vietnam prison for five years, I didn’t think about any of my houses that I didn’t know yet that I owned. All I wanted to do was to get out and prevent punks like LaBeouf from acting again. That was when I was a prisoner of war for five years in Vietnam.”

Many people wanted to know the stance that each running mate had on the issue. “Well I too have been told to think he is a no talent hack. When (McCain campaign manager) Rick Davis told me who Shay Leblanc was, I knew he name sounded too French for me. So Rick then………” Republican Vice Presidential nominee Sarah Palin was saying before her puppeteer strings broke. As for Obama running mate Joe Biden, he had this to say “Well I too have been told to think he is a no talent hack. When (McCain campaign manager) Rick Davis told me who…………oh shit, I was supposed to replace Rick Davis with David Plouffe.”

Obama and McCain have both gone as far as to co sponsor a bill known as the Shia LaBeouf Law which makes it illegal for LaBeouf to ever act again. “Legally, we can only prevent him from acting within the United States. So I came up with a special provision that legally banishes him from the country should  he try making a movie outside of the United States. I’m pretty sure I came up with it during my five years as a prisoner of war in Vietnam” said McCain. Obama agrees too, saying that this is just what America needs to help jump start a sagging movie industry. “My fellow Americans we all saw the latest Indiana Jones movie. I think you the American people are smart enough to figure out that they want him to take over the Indy franchise.Our bill makes it impossible for that to happen. Thank you Senator McCain for co sponsoring this bill with me. Now, how about a terrorist fist bump”  said Obama.

Meanwhile, Palin had this to say about the bill: “If this bill is passed, I would be willing to travel with LaBone outside of the country to ensure he doesn’t act again. All I need to do is get a passport and find out what country Europe is in.”

The Senators have just six weeks to pass this bill before the election. The question remains how this bill will affect the election. Its safe to say though that this bill would hurt both candidates chances of winning the teenage girl vote. Biden for one, doesn’t think it will matter much. “Oh, I’m sure there is some 15 year old girl out there in Ohio who won’t vote for for us because of this bill. But, I’m not sure that enough 15 year olds are going to vote to make a difference.” When informed that the legal voting age is 18, Biden replied “Look, you all know I don’t write my own shit. I’ve been plagiarizing for years. In fact, I stole that one from Bush. I should have known not to steal from him, after all he thought only people under the age of 18 were allowed to vote.”

When reached for comment, LaBeouf said “I know I suck. I know I suck real bad. Shit, even my mother has contributed money to help sponsor this bill. But what else would I do? I’m not smart enough to get a real job and my looks are the only thing that keep me going.”

With the candidates in full agreement on this issue, it should make for a smoother October than usual. At least for everybody but Shia LaBeouf.

Yesterday was the sequel to the garage sale we had for Dave to sell shit few weeks ago. Going into it I was a little concerned because we are at the end of garage sale season and I don’t know how much this would affect sales. This time though I was able to have some time to get together to sell some of my own stuff.

Dave got to my house right at 7 in the ungodly am. He impatiently called and knocked on my window to get my ass up out of bed. At least he was smart enough to show up with Dunkin Donuts coffee though!

The garage sale was not as successful as the one a few weeks ago, however we did have just as many crazy people show up. I don’t know what it is about garage sales that brings out the nuts and crazy fucks, but………….actually, come to think of it, I think I do know what it is. The people that go to garage sales are people who don’t have a lot of money. Because of this they need to bargain  which makes them  do weird things. Also, they just always seem to be quite eccentric as well, perhaps because they have issues and are unable to hold down a good job and therefore they don’t have money. Either way, a good portion of the people who frequent garage sales are nuts. I’m thinkin there ought to be a reality show about garage sales. I’m sure we all know which network would pick up that show: FOX.

So let me tell you about some of the people who were there. We had this one very old, cranky couple. The lady had quite the crab ass attitude and just generally was one helluva a miserable SOB. She and the husband picked out a couple of things and were ready to buy. So they came up to me to pay. The husband had this huge magnify glass which he handed to me and I looked through at him and said in a comically goofy way “wow, you are huge.’ Honestly, that wasn’t very funny but I at least expected to get a smile or s slight chuckle out them. What made everybody else laugh was that the comment did not elicit a single response from the old couple. They just stood there with an annoyed look on their face as if I was giving them a fucking enema.

Later on we had this huge guy with a Jammacian accent show up in this huge SUV and asked what we were doing to which I explained we were having a garage sale.  He tried parking on my neighbor’s driveway in spite of the fact that I kept telling him he could not park there. I told him several times to park across the street and I don’t know if he didn’t hear me or just wasn’t paying attention but after the last time I told him he couldn’t park there he got all snippy with me saying something about how I wouldn’t tell him where to park.

We also had this one guy show up and walk around the garage sale. He then went up to my front window and stood there reading my garage sale permit. I was not thrilled out this as not only did it have my name on their but it also had my phone number. I don’t know what the fuck he was doing. One theory I had was that maybe it was an undercover cop checking to make sure we have the proper permit displayed. That theory just didn’t make any sense because why the fuck would Romeoville have somebody go undercover just to check out if anybody was having an illegal garage sale. Shit, I don’t think even Romeoville isn’t boring enough or have enough cops that they could spare one just to go undercover to bust out the illegal garage sale racket. I’m thinking he was just some nosy fuck who wanted to see what it was.

The highlight or should I saw lowlight of the day was this one dude who wanted to buy a pair of speakers that Dave was selling for $35. This is a long story and I can not nearly do it justice by telling it on here but will just try to summarize it up. He wanted to listen to the speakers first before buying them, which is fair enough. All we had out there though was a little boom box which we were listening to. So we kinda improvised and hooked them up to the boom box. Of course as you might expect, they didn’t sound all that great coming out of the boom box because they are really meant to be hooked up to a stereo. He started insisting that they were blown. Dave and Darryl tried telling him they were not blown and worked fine. This went on for quite some time. He then walked up to me and said “how much for your blown speakers?” I said that they weren’t blown but that the boom box was not powerful enough to handle their sound. He insisted that they were blown which is when I responded in a condescending tone “I don’t think you quite understand the concept of it (a radio and speakers) but they won’t sound good on a tiny boom box as they are not meant for a tiny boom box.” He again insisted that they were blown. After a couple of more minutes he went to his car and started to drive away. He then turned around and parked on my neighbor’s driveway and started again to haggle over the speakers for another 20 minutes. He was insisting that they were blown and wanted to pay only $25 for them. Dave and Darryl rightfully wouldn’t bend. My thinking and what I wanted to ask them was if they were blown, why would he want to buy them. Eventually he left. He came back a couple of hours later with his kid. Dave finally agreed to sell him the damn speakers for $25. I also told him that I had a 37 inch non high def tv that I was trying to sell. He said he had a friend who was might be interested and went inside the house to take a look at it. I gave him my number and he said he would call me if his friend wanted it.

Flash forward to after the garage sale ended. I was sitting at home watching the Cubs celebrate another division title (GO CUBS!!!) when he called me to ask some info about the tv. He also said that the speakers were blown and he wanted his money back. I told him that it was up to Dave and I would need to talk to him. He told me he would callback in a half hour. I then called Dave who was already on his way back over here to pick some stuff up. Dave was none to happy about the situation to say the least. While I was talking to Jt, the guy left me a voicemail saying he wanted to bring them over tonight. When Dave got here, I had him call the guy back. Dave told him right away that he was shit out of luck that he bought the speakers as is. The guy insisted that he wanted his money back and Dave told him “Look, this is a garage sale, you buy it as is. I’m not Best Buy, you can’t return it and get your money back.” As Dave talked to him I whispered to Dave to just do something to pacify the guy because it was my house and I wouldn’t want him to come back and but the damn speakers through my front window. Dave told him that he was the one who had insisted they were blown and had even asked “how much for your blown speakers?” The guy insisted that he did not say that. He was a total fucking dick. In the end, Dave told him to come over and he would give him $10 back for the speakers, even though the guy insisted on the whole thing. After they were done talking, Dave and I waited for him to show up and discussed the whole thing. After about 20 minutes he pulled up with his entire family. Dave walked up to the car before the guy even got out, shoved the $25 at him and told him to get the hell out of here and don’t come back.

Well, now my tv has died. I don’t know what is wrong with it except that it won’t stay on. Actually, I’ll turn it on and it will just keep turning off and on. What sucks is that its no longer under warranty. And its not on my Sears maintenance agreement like everything else in the house. So I will have to pay for this out of my own pocket, meaning I will have to have somebody not only come out but I will also have to pay for parts and labor. I’m scared at the thought of just how much this is going to cost me.

You might have missed this, but Brad Pitt has donated $100,000 to fight the gay marriage ban in California. Now I’ve never been a big Brad Pitt fan. I don’t find him attractive, although I can certainly see how people could find him attractive. In fact, whenever somebody over the phone asks what I look like, I always say Brad Pitt. Honestly, looking at my picture on here and you can surely see the resemblance. As for his movies, I have seen some of his movies and do like what I have seen. I have to hand it to him though, this is a great thing that he has done. Sure, he is saying all the right things such as this: “Because no one has the right to deny another their life, even though
they disagree with it, because everyone has the right to live the life
they so desire if it doesn’t harm another and because discrimination
has no place in America, my vote will be for equality and against
Proposition 8,”. He very well might truly feel that way. Or he might be doing it because he has legions of gay fans who support him and he needs to keep them happy to remain a box office success. Or maybe he is doing it to keep Angelina Jolie happy enough to still fuck him, as this would probably be a cause she would support since she has legions of lesbian fans. Either way, he did it and he should be commended. I’ve long said that the gay rights battle can not be won by gays alone. We are such a small minority that we need the support of heterosexuals. And not just the support of a small percentage, but rather the support of a lot of them if we are going to win this battle. And although most straight people don’t care enough about gay rights because it does not affect them, having the support of a high profile celebrity like Brad Pitt can only help.

I’m starting to think I might need to consider getting a new car within the next year or so. Its nothing major, just a bunch of little things that have been going over the past few years. It started when the light that shows what gear I’m in went out. I should clarify that it is an automatic, but I don’t know what else to call the thing that I use to go from park to drive. Anywho, after that light my odometer was next to go. Its not totally gone, but it flickers on and off and only works when it wants to. Last winter is was the volume button on the radio, it got really cold one morning and I turned the radio up and it cracked and broke off. I can still adjust the volume though, its just not as convenient. Now the past month or so, we are back to the gear shifter. Or to be more precise, the cover of the gear shifter, as its not the actual metal shift thing that is breaking but instead the thing at the top with the button. Of course, I have no idea how to fix this. A guy at work was describing to me what I need to do and to be honest, it sounds kinda easy.

And then last night I needed to get gas. And with the declining value of my car and the rising cost of gas (ok, I know it has been going down the past couple of months, but work with me here people) it might be cheaper to buy a new car rather than fill up the tank. I really need to clean it too, there are a lot of papers and shit all over the floor. That makes it sound bad, its just a bunch of directions that I have printed out that are in the car. See, this is what I do to clean it. I go out, I unroll all the windows…………or maybe I should say both windows, since it is a 2 door. Anywho, I unroll the windows, then I drive out onto the expressway and speed up to about 80 miles an hour and all the papers go flying out the window. Its the easiest and laziest way to clean the car!

Just kidding people, I don’t do that. Honestly, littering is one of my pet peeves, especially if said litter comes from a vehicle.

With Hurricane Ike reeking havoc upon south east Texas, the Cubs
games against the Astros in Houston was moved to Miller Park in
Milwaukee, a domed stadium and probably the only place in the bigs that
could guarantee a game without a rain delay and good sized crowd. Sure,
it wasn’t fair that it was at a place that was close enough for us Cub
fans to travel too, but that is topic for another conversation. On
Saturday night when it was decided the game would be played up there, I
briefly tried to talk Mark into going to last night’s game. We are 2
hours from Milwaukee and Mark felt (and probably rightfully so) that we
would get back too late and since he went to Cincinnati for the games
last week and is going to Milwaukee at the end of the month for a game
it would probably be too much money. I thought about asking Mason if he
wanted to go but decided not to. I will always regret not going. Here
is why: