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.