It's some world we live in where you can be keeping watch for the first 100 degree day on a Thursday and then sitting half a country away in the middle of a 35 degree night on a Monday. One day watching baseball and the next day trying to help a sick relative deal with major surgery and jerks who leave a nasty voice mail message at work because they think you're on vacation. That's when you realize that baseball, which seems to be such a big part of the life you left behind, is really just a "game". But it's one I miss now more than I can say.
Go Dbacks.
Monday, April 28, 2008
The Game of Life
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I'm sure your presence in Chicago is profoundly appreciated,but let's just say it hasnt been pretty since you left town. We're all basically posting images of supermodels and nobody can recall the name of the right fielder.
Come back soon!
I know the sensation you are referring to well. Airtravel is really disorienting, especially when travelling North and South.
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