Late night with fragment-and-ellipsis …
.. Skipped the workout tonight. I allow myself one day off every week, and it almost always ends up being Wednesday. Overload of banana daiquiris and one of my favorite meals to prepare in the kitchen — beef-and-chorizo enchiladas — offers a handy excuse. Well worth the 90 minutes I spent putting it all together …
… Well-prepared chorizo is the sustenance of the gods. Banana daiquiris are their nectar …
… Bobby Cox won a Sports Illustrated poll asking MLB players which manager they would most like to play for. If they feel that strongly, maybe some of them would be willing to take a little less to play in Atlanta in future years? Oh, wait … it doesn’t work that way. Damn.
For all the Cox haters on Braves blogdom, know this … our team will never have a better manager. But I still wish he’d reconsider the wisdom of sending out two guys with sub-.660 OPS and sub-.300 OBP every … single … day … instead of giving them more chances to watch, learn settle down and improve …
The little guy is learning bladder control.
… On the positive side, Rupert walked outside of his own volition and relieved himself. But he also dropped off a few friends near the front door. Hard to stay rankled, though, when he licks your face from hairline to neckline …
… I think I’ve posted enough for one day. Starting to feel the writing mojo coming back a smidgen. I reckon the blog is serving its purpose … to give me an excuse to ponder and express whatever stumbles into my mind. Then training camp will come, and for blog purposes, I’ll be pulling a Mark Sanford, — albeit sans the other woman …
And speaking of Sanford …
