Mitigating factor: I forgot to bring a ball cap with me. (Insane. Second time in two weeks! I have an obscene number of ballcaps!) Now I’m just rawdogging it with my bed head out for all to see.

(Cottage is a rental, BTW. I’m not that fancy.)

Tough choice…do I shower and clean up before leaving the cottage, or do I bring my country stank back to the city with me?

It’s not just that what Shane Gillis said was gross and ugly. It’s that it was dumb and not funny. Imagine being a professional standup comedian and showing up to a huge platform - your SNL monologue - and THAT’s the best you’ve got. Some retrograde misogyny. What a dullard.

So, looks like I got the final four after all. Cleveland are not going out easy.

Making Thanksgiving dinner tonight so we’ll have leftovers for the following two days of our cottage stay.

In 14 minutes and 30 seconds, she will tell me the six things she needs to do before she can leave, sigh at the imperfection of her hair, and ask me where three of her personal belongings are that I would not have touched or moved.

Mornings with teenage Taolette are spent yelling out time checks to her to let her know what time it is and how many minutes she has left until she needs to leave. All of which is pointless because she has absolutely no sense of time. “You have 15 minutes!” She has no clue how long that is.

15 pitchers used in one game seems like a lot.

I am so confuse.

*opens eyes after a late night baseball snooze* Is that fucking Gavin Williams on the mound???

I’m reasonably sure that you can trace the beginning of the end of society to the launch of Thursday night football. It so wrong.

It would seem so.

Damn, ChiSox. Why no winning?

I'm all too well aware. I have that photo with their ages on my phone to share with people on social occasions when I want my friends to all grapple with their mortality.

Anyways, if you need me, I will be shopping for urns to shovel my dusty remains into for the rest of the day.

Just rage baiting myself with the knowledge that when the Grateful Dead released the song Touch of Grey, a pop song about how old they were, Jerry Garcia was frickin’ 44 years old. This was 44 in 1987!

Um, no I didn’t. Not yet, and I think I shoulda picked CWS over CLE.

Not bad so far. One mistake in the WC round, but picked the final four correctly.

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