More like bore-oken promises shack

It's been a while. Since I've said I'm sorry.

Geez it seems it has been twenty eight days since my last post that I retyped in Dvorak. Let us get back into it! Back then I was delving into my thoughts and feelings and questioning them. So how did it turn out? I noticed one thing and that is I know I enjoy going to games with my brother, which makes sense since he is the one with whom I go to games the most! Given that we've shared a lot of the same baseball experiences and have similar knowledge and opinions of the game we find a lot to talk about it. We talk about baseball plenty when not at games, but the goings of the game are fuel to the fire. I've gone to two games so far this season without my brother and found myself having to keep some comments to myself because I knew-

Hold on watching the old X-Men cartoon... what kind of name is Jubilation?

because I knew the people I was with wouldn't "get it". For example, they did not find it funny when Randy Johnson walked Jason Kendall to get to the pitcher, who then hit a homer. Jason Kendall: a man who has had a higher OBP than SLG the past four years. A man who the Brewers experimented with hitting ninth behind the pitcher last year. I'm not saying I don't have fun without my brother; I just think the game becomes more important to us because we discuss it more directly rather than using it as a social situation and having to find other topics to discuss. Both situations are fine, but the latter could potentially be replaced with other activities.

On other fronts, the weather has been nice! Been exercising more recently and my pants fit well.

Hot Pix

So I am back and so is my camera. Photobucket has an option to share an album as a slideshow. I tried to use it, but it semed to take a million years to load, so I guess I'll share things some other way. Let's start with a hot pic of m'bike for you bike lovers:


And now one of Maggie for you cat lovers:


Baseball to come.

Today I died. (April Fools!)

I'm going down to San Diego this weekend. On Friday my mom, my brother and I are going to a Padres-Angels exhibition game at Petco Park. On Saturday I have a fantasy baseball auction draft at my aunt's parents' house and that night I am going to a Dodgers-Brewers exhibition game at Dodger Stadium with my uncle, his friend and my brother (Is my aunt coming? I don't know...). On Sunday I will not attend any baseball events. On Monday my mom, my brother and I are going to the Padres' Opening Day game against the Dodgers. On Tuesday my mom, my uncle, my brother and I are going to the Padres' second game of the season. On Wednesday I am flying back to San Jose and that night I am going to the Giants' Opening Night game against the Brewers with some friends from work.

Baseball.

I might need a vacation soon that doesn't involve baseball. In May I'm going to Houston with my brother. We are flying in on a Saturday, seeing the Padres play the Astros that night and seeing them play again on Sunday then flying home that night. Do I really like baseball this much? On Google Reader the only articles I usually don't skim are from my Baseball Prospectus, Hardball Times, and FanGraphs subscriptions. I definitely enjoy looking at statistics and reading analysis and such. Sometimes I wonder if I actually enjoy going to baseball games, though. I've never really felt like I didn't want to be there, but I've never really gotten too excited at a game, either (I'm not a very excitable person, though). If someone said "hey let's go to the baseball game or let's do something else fun" I'd probably go to the baseball game, but why? This I shall ponder over the weekend.