The last few weeks have been full of 8 hour days with children, social events, questionable text messages and tons, and tons of baseball. Getting off at 6pm I don't run to the store, then come home and cook. Being home all day, I still don't feel like cooking. Those 7:30-2 days are beyond my favorite, and I do cook. Those are just far to rare.
This summer's been a blur. We are headed to the east coast to see family and celebrate my dad's 55th Birthday. The All Star Game has came and gone in more ways than one; we hosted, we attended, we acted amazed, we celebrated a loss, we were the spot light. And while so many locals were unsatisfied at the treatment of Stan the Man (I see their point, to an extent, he is 88; and who knows what he asked for. Maybe we respected his wishes.) I was thrilled with everything. Yadier's selection by fans. Franklin by the Phillies manager. Albert astonded me with every move, even going 0-3 and not winning the Derby - he's amazing, why can't everyone be albert. Go watch an interview with him from last week, he's convinced he's not the best player in baseball - he's wrong. The whole world saw what St. Louis is and will always be (and hopefully learned we don't churn our own butter while dodging bullets).
When I return from the east, I will post over and over and over again.