Thursday, October 28, 2004
Last night I watched the fourth game of the World Series with Kevin, who fell asleep during the middle. The Cardinals hardly looked ready to win from the outset. Marquis (the Cardinals' starting pitcher) appeared lost in space the entire time. I decided from the first moment he stepped on the plate if the Cardinals won, it would not be by his design. Rolen and Pujols made a few spectacular defensive plays, but somebody has to cross the plate a few times to win the ballgame. Oh, well. So long as the damned Yankees don't win, my life will keep moving forward.
Rebekah, Carissa, Kevin and I are going to some Irish music concert on campus this evening. It won't be Flogging Molly, but it will be amusing to pretend I'm watching Flogging Molly.
Tomorrow is Classics Day, during which the campus hosts high school Latin kids competing in little academic tournaments, or something. The Classical Society people never e-mailed me about my role or when I'm working, but I'll make an appearance anyhow for the sure-to-be-classy Classics Day t-shirt I paid for two weeks ago... and for the free food.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:57 PM]