I've read two books in two days, which is probably half of what I took in during the previous six months. I'm not sure why I always forget how much I love to do it.

...but me.

I've been running and working out again. I'd forgotten how addicted one gets to those endorphins, and feeling healthy and all that crap.

One of my good friends wrote a song called "413" in college and I think of it on this date every year. That thing was an earworm. He probably could have made a hit out of it.

We get a lot of surly, whiny customers around this time every year. Explanations? Anyone?

Mike Napoli went zero for eight yesterday. Searchable?

And let's have a better series now, hometown nine.

If the game gets you down, then for the love of John, finish your first-round cribbage games, eh?

My brother and dad leave today, much to the chagrin of my daughters. Another too-quick visit.

I know the team's still hard to follow, but for one day, we're all tied for first.