diversions
I was looking forward to listening to the radio broadcast of the Cardinals' Grapefruit League opener today, but alas MLB.com pulled the game from their listings at the last minute. So instead I followed the game on their live game tracker, and was pleased with what I "saw" in a 7-0 win over the Mets. Its nice to have actual games again, even if they don't count.
The game was a pleasant diversion on a day that really called for such a thing. The weather here in Los Angeles today is just like the weather we would get back in Illinois right before school let out. There must still be some sort of Pavlovian response to it because I've just been antsy all day. Its a certain kind of youthful restlessness, one that I hope never leaves me completely, that made me wish I was out there PLAYING baseball instead of listening to it. There is a component of optimism too. Summer is around the corner, and days of endless freedom are soon to come.
Except for those of us, like my sister, smart enough to become teachers, the grown-up world offers no such extended summer reprieve. Yet there's still something special, even in sunny SoCal, about that day the weather starts to signal that its almost time to clean up the BBQ and break out the lawn chairs.
This blog is becoming a nice diversion. I like feeling compelled to write something, even if nobody's reading. I've been thinking about building a little more structure into the posting schedule, in order to give it a little more focus. If the reader(s?) of this here site have any suggestions, I'm open to them. Otherwise I'll just keep rambling and see if anyone notices.
The game was a pleasant diversion on a day that really called for such a thing. The weather here in Los Angeles today is just like the weather we would get back in Illinois right before school let out. There must still be some sort of Pavlovian response to it because I've just been antsy all day. Its a certain kind of youthful restlessness, one that I hope never leaves me completely, that made me wish I was out there PLAYING baseball instead of listening to it. There is a component of optimism too. Summer is around the corner, and days of endless freedom are soon to come.
Except for those of us, like my sister, smart enough to become teachers, the grown-up world offers no such extended summer reprieve. Yet there's still something special, even in sunny SoCal, about that day the weather starts to signal that its almost time to clean up the BBQ and break out the lawn chairs.
This blog is becoming a nice diversion. I like feeling compelled to write something, even if nobody's reading. I've been thinking about building a little more structure into the posting schedule, in order to give it a little more focus. If the reader(s?) of this here site have any suggestions, I'm open to them. Otherwise I'll just keep rambling and see if anyone notices.
