national holiday

Opening day at the ball park really should be a national holiday. This morning I had to go to the post office and on my way there I thought, "Oh damn. It isn't going to be open today. It's opening day." I almost turned my car around when I realized that other people's lives don't come to a screeching halt when baseball returns. So I bought my stamps and mailed my letters. Then I went to fill a couple prescriptions. I was very happy to find out that for some strange reason my health insurance still covered them. That shit never happens. I'm still waiting for someone from the insurance company to show up at my house to tell me it was a mistake and demand two dollars. Twoooooo dolllllllllllars.

So. Opening day. Fabulous. Sunshine. Not too hot. Not too cold. Baseball. Some asshole sitting behind me tried really really hard to ruin my day by just being an asshole but he didn't succeed. He really did try hard. He "watched" baseball by yelling mean things to his friends. And every once in a while he'd yell at someone "WATCH THE FUCKING GAME!" which really didn't make sense because I know he spent most of the day scoping out his next victim. Mostly he verbally assaulted his friend who was wearing a pink shirt. He would yell really smart and funny things as "Hey homo! Nice pink shirt!" and "Hey faggot in the pink shirt! Tigers colors are blue and orange!" And then he made fun of his other friend for buying a small beer instead of a large beer. And then later I heard him say he couldn't finish his own beer. I heard all of this because he didn't have an inside voice in his repertoire of volume. His voice was all loud, all the time. But really now, it wasn't that bad. It couldn't have been that bad because this guy sitting next to me fell asleep.

I didn't think he would mind if I took a picture. He had a long day.

Tigers played the White Sox and lost, 5 - 3. The baseball wasn't great but it was so nice to be back at Comerica. Here's the teams all lined up.


When we got home I decided to do some yard work. What a pain in the ass. I have heard people say that working in the garden is therapeutic. I need to find those people to tell them that they were misdiagnosed and they need to get off the crack pipe. Now. Because there is nothing fun about pulling weeds and trimming rose bushes and bugs and worms. Nothing. There is more to do tomorrow. We'll see if I can even move. At least I felt better about not getting on the treadmill today.

Opening day. Can't wait until next year!