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I wonder if I'm really cut out for this kind of thing. This whole baring of one's soul on the internet kind of thing... I want to update this frequently enough to keep it interesting, but I don't just want to write "I got home from work yesterday and did laundry, and then I read for a while, and then I made dinner, and then I watched a baseball game." And the baseball game was damn disappointing too. The White Sox lost to the Twins again, and they just played really poorly, particularly defensively. I think they don't do well on the artificial turf, but they better overcome that today, because I really don't want to see us get swept by the Twins. It will make me very unhappy if I go all the way to Chicago to watch them this weekend and they're back in the kind of slump they were in at the start of the season.
My oh my, lots of baseball ramblings... I have been thinking a lot about baseball recently, both because this week is sandwiched in between my two trips to watch the Sox and because I just finished Doris Kearns Goodwin's memoir "Wait Till Next Year" about growing up as a Dodgers fan in Brooklyn in the fifties, and the way that baseball was the foundation for her relationship with her father. Just like how baseball and Bob Dylan are the foundations for my relationship with my father. I was sitting at Camden Yards last saturday, it was hot and sunny, the ballpark was beautiful, and my dad was buying me fresh-squeezed lemonade just as if I were still 12 years old. It was by far the best moment I have had in a long long time.
My oh my, lots of baseball ramblings... I have been thinking a lot about baseball recently, both because this week is sandwiched in between my two trips to watch the Sox and because I just finished Doris Kearns Goodwin's memoir "Wait Till Next Year" about growing up as a Dodgers fan in Brooklyn in the fifties, and the way that baseball was the foundation for her relationship with her father. Just like how baseball and Bob Dylan are the foundations for my relationship with my father. I was sitting at Camden Yards last saturday, it was hot and sunny, the ballpark was beautiful, and my dad was buying me fresh-squeezed lemonade just as if I were still 12 years old. It was by far the best moment I have had in a long long time.