Dehydrated? Blame Baseball

As a native-born citizen in this Nation of Whiners, I feel fully entitled to say that Major League Baseball ruined my run today. Inexplicably, I stayed up to watch the All-Star Game until the very end last night. I would never do something that uselessly stupid if I had a real year-round job. Maybe I can blame the teacher's union for this one, too. Teachers know all about whining.
Anyway, extra innings naturally led to that extra glass of wine (whine?). It all added up to what turned out to be the hardest run I've had in about eight months. The thing about hydration issues is that by the time you realize the problem, it's too late. I was about five miles from home when I could tell this was not going to end well. Maybe I need a button to wear around my neck that will call Carrie and say, "I'm an idiot, and I need a ride home." The neighborhood swimming pool provided some relief when I got back near the house.

Back to baseball: The Rays' seven game skid allowed the Sox to enter the break in first place. Maybe that home-field advantage the AL won last night will come in handy after all.
Just before the 4th of July, my brother-in-law Bill took Zach to a game at Yankee Stadium. Last season for the old relic/icon, and all that. I asked Zach what the best part of the trip was, and he said, "When the Rangers scored all those runs." Never mind that the Yanks crushed the Rangers something like 19 - 7, the boy's got his heart in the right place. I gotta admit that a part of me would really like to go there before they tear it down. The reverence for the place last night was interesting to watch. They called it a museum. That's a bit much. They are tearing it down by choice, right? I guess I could have made a trip up there this summer, but then why should I care more about the Yankees' history than they do? I can be smug about that until the powers that be take down Fenway Park.

Peace,

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