Follow THAT, Yankees and Athletics.

My brother got four tickets from his Pepsi rep that he can't use, so it turns out the Milks and I will be at tonight's game. Right field, lower deck. Anyone else going?

I remain blown away at my ability to become sunburned.

Off to the family cabin for the first of two trips up this month. My daughters have been up since Sunday; having some time just with Cathy is great, but I'm really missing them at this point.

I've got a tabletop game gearing up for production, and at this point I'm just hoping for enough money to go somewhere.

I'm forty, and have still never traveled out of this country. Never. I've been all over the lower 48, but have never been anywhere else.

After my brother was mugged a couple of nights ago, he says nothing was hurt except his pride. Physically he's fine and that's good, but I'm sure such an incident would undo me for a while. Hell, this is undoing me and I wasn't even there.

Years ago I had this nagging desire to shut myself in my house and never leave. For whatever reason, over the past few months, those desires have returned. I assume this is just the midlife crisis I thought would pass me over, but all the same, it sucks.

Skim, who has to be begged to read most of the time, is very excited by our family's summer book Bingo concept. I just hope she didn't spend more time designing her board than she will reading.