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Hooray to Tony for making nerdy baseball jokes! As unexpected as a Daubach pinch hit with two out and runners in scoring position. OK, I can hear the groans. I can choose to ignore them, but I won't. This aint' damn Sports Center. I did just get a 50 cent paprer back of Yaz's autobiography, which I only got becuase there were favorable reviews from the NY Times book review AND Larry King on the back. Yaz was my absolute idol and I cried during the ceremony for his last game. But this book was published in 1990, which was my peak of Not-interested-in-sportsdom. In 1990, my life was ruled by hallucinations, music, melodramatic depression and dedication to a series of cute, troubled punk girls who only made life confusing.
Has it been noted that Max and I are separated only by a chestnut tree? We are next door neighbors. And Andrea and I need to follow up on our invitation to drink vodka and tonic and play Taboo! You're all invited.
Speaking of which, A+I may not end up going to the 4th of July thing Ning invited us to. All along we've had this alternative plan and we may do it. We have free passes to this Williamstown indie movie theater. It's cooler in the mountains.
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