If the way I feel at the moment is any indication, today is gonna suck as much as yesterday did. Except it’s gonna be colder. And more rain. Oh boy. I’d like to congratulate the team that won the NCAA hoops championship last night, but I can’t. All I can manage is “fuck UCONN.” Not that I’d have wanted to other team to win, either. So I didn’t watch, don’t care, fuckemboth. It’s lacrosse season, and before you know it, it’ll be football season. And there’s some other sport that goes on during the summer (I mean, besides the interminably long NBA and NHL playoffs) which I understand a lot of people seem to give a crap about, but I never really did. Except I used to like going to the local AAA games, and probably would still enjoy it, but am not much for going to things alone.

But now I’m pretty close to Auburn, home of the “Doubledays” (named, of course, for Abner Doubleday, who grew up in Auburn and invented – well, probably not really, but we’ll go with it – the game of baseball in 1839 or something) – the Class A “short season” (they play from mid-June ’til the first week of Septemver, which, in the parts, makes a helluva lot more sense than playing in April) affiliate of the Washington Nationals. They have a nice little park and the games are cheap. Plus, if you join the “Little Abner’s Club,” you get to go to Sunday games for free and you can run the bases after the game (might be you’re supposed to be a kid for that, but, hey, screw the little bastids, I wanna run the bases).

But I probably won’t do that, either.