Yesterday was the last home game of the Arkansas Travelers. I feel guilty for having lost track of the team during the past two years, but I'm also pretty certain that my reignited interest is a sentimental affect of my coming move (pause, look toward camera)

...which is happening in SEVEN DAYS

(regains composure, straightens tie)... but it felt good to get back into Ray Winder Field again. I went with Becky and Brett (who were my childhood neighbors and best friends for almost thirteen years) and his girlfriend, and we laughed and drank and conversated as if we hadn't missed a single temporal beat.

We had to get out and enjoy this amazingly cool weather. Wheras our local July average is somewhere around the one hundred degree mark (with nights humidly hovering in the mid-eighties), we've been having nights as refreshingly cool as 56ºF, and days that peak below eighty! That is absolute baseball weather.

My mom and sister came into the city on Friday and we met for lunch, where I caught my niece growing actively bored with our dull grown-up things.