you know what was sweet?

the yankees game on saturday that i was really excited to watch? the one that i was pumped to see because it was likely the only free saturday i would have until november...the one where i went to a sports bar to watch this game and only this game and have the weekend be like floating on air because of how excited i was to watch the game?

it was blacked out. didn't get to see 1 second of the game. blacked out at buffalo billiards. 51st state wasn't open. marshall's was blacked out. the internet was blacked out. all i could do was watch the gamecast on the internet and wait for the 5 minute delay on everything.

yeah, that part was not that much fun.

but the weekend, or at least saturday, on whole was great. i went to a block party and then to another bbq. then on sunday i went to work...and then today back to work, where i was until 9 pm.

it's amazing how you can be totally miserable towards the end of your work day that when you get home, you expect to just want to sit in a corner and not speak to anyone. that didn't happen tonight. i got home, then i wrote an email about encouraging my kickball team to have a mass orgy in order to have a mass conception so that next year on kickball opening day, everyone has their child....this is my way to be famous. i'm going to orchestrate a mass birthing and they will call that day QP Live nation day...and no one will celebrate, but everyone will know about it because cnn.com will have it on their oddly enough page...the washington post will have it on it's local page...the drudge report will run it on it's "evil for the sake of being so" page...

yeah, none of that will / would happen, but imagine if, right? yeah...no.

but tomorrow is opening night for softball. i should be more nervous, this being the eve of my professional debut...but i'm not for some reason. maybe it's because i feel i belong on the pro circuit. maybe it's because i've been training all off season. maybe it's because i know i will be focused and ready to perform.

or maybe because it's softball and that means i am the faster, most in shape player there because everyone else is either over weight or can't even run for 10 minutes.

that's right, i'm talking trash because i'm good at softball. you think that's pathetic? you've read this far along in this post about nothing.

but for real, thanks to all you guys for posting comments. it's nice to think there is a clique of people who are all keeping in touch, even if it through reading what people write about themselves.