Tom is Away

Winston Justice is on suicide watch.

i’m somewhere trying to think of the most tasteless joke possible involving Osi Umenyiora and the charred corpse of Derrick Thomas.

okay, new gameplan: start blocking people.

The old plan wasn’t working so well.

E - A - G - L - E - S

>:o

Finally I can replace that 1993 NL East Division Champions t-shirt.

new york wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for all those new yorkers.

trying to get the wet paint off my dog’s back.

getting some work done before the phils game.

trying to find news on Dallas Clark.

trying to figure out how to fill 4 hours of class this week with only 2 hours of material.

cooking breakfast.

bbbqing.

not a bad showing for the little lebowski urban achievers. but we did fail to achieve, thanks mostly to a disastrous 9 run inning in our 3rd game.

We did show a a lot of heart by almost clawing back into it with 6 runs in the bottom of the 3rd.

wiffle ballin

SNIPE SNIPE SNIPE

getting ready to simultaneously dominate a wiffle ball tournament and cure cancer. I’m probably more excited about the wiffle ball part of this equation.

outside gauging the wind to see how it’ll affect our pitching today.

in the big city to take advantage of restaurant week. also, to celebrate me finally getting a paycheck for this damn job.

not painting.

doing things i don’t really feel like doing, mostly involving paint, spackle, and sandpaper.

apparently this wiffle ball tournament is a bigger production than I expected.

Looking forward (somewhat) to meeting Carlos Ruiz, especially because he looks like he might be shorter than me.

"There is a god… if there isn’t, then, what are all those churches for? And who was Jesus’ dad?" — Michael Scott