If anyone deserves extra innings, it's the Brewers and Twins.

We're four days removed from the last day of school and my girls already seem to be done listening to anything anyone says.

Last night I made a sale to a 17-year-old kid I work with for $3400. I'm not entirely sure why he needs the job.

New Arrested Development on Netflix today, dudes.

I won't make any CoCs about the Twins until things improve. In fact, even this one isn't about them. That'll show 'em.

Last night I watched the fairly putrid Tigers feed as Miguel Cabrera and Dancypants starred for Detroit. That's about as much as I can take.

The Twins are in a bad enough stretch that we're at the point where the casual fans on my social network feeds start with their opinions and analysis without substance. A month from now when the Twins' hopes are long gone, they'll stop pretending to care, but until then I'll be rolling my eyes.

I volunteered with a group from work to help chaperone a high school graduation night event last night. I didn't plan on staying long, but it's 3 AM as I write this. Whoops.

I think we can safely start focusing on the development of Buxton, Sano, Gibson and the like.

My friend Andrew, who was given a very grim diagnosis last week, has woken up. He's very forgetful so far (and extremely hungry) but otherwise seems to be himself. Win one for the good guys.