The end of Baseball 2008
I’ve done too many things this month and now I’m uninspired and have too much to write about. I guess the first and foremost thing that overrides all is that baseball season is over for us. In case you didn’t hear BASEBALL SEASON IS OVER. Not for MLB, just for us.
It was getting later in the season and we were in between a profit we were happy with and a profit we would have been really happy with so, we decided that for preservation of sanity and bankroll we would stop at either of the two choices. Just days after our pact we had our largest and most impressive one day loss record to date, and ended up happy for the season.
All this went on while I was in Baja Mexico eating bean burritos and drinking tequilla. I decided on a last minute trip with friends from LA so Andy could get some programming work done and watch the Olympics without me hovering over his shoulder. You may or may not know this about me but watching any length of televised sports really harshes my mellow. I think it’s the constant crowd noise that does it. I thought if I went on a short trip Andy could get a healthy dose of Olympic coverage while programming without worrying if he was hurting my head.
There were many interesting Baja stories, but I’m not sure if they were interesting enough to commit to paper. Margaritas, laying around on the beach, a short trip to “Scandalosa” Ensenada’s only gay bar. Since there were zero customers in Scandalosa we went over to Hussongs, Ensenada’s oldest bar where ironically enough, I watched the Olympics.
When we left Mexico, we were sent to secondary screening at the border. I accidentally got into the speed pass lane without a speed pass. It was my first time in secondary. I didn’t have anything illegal in the car, but my mind raced anyway. Thank god I didn’t take up the offer (not that I would) in Puerto Nuevo from the restaurant owner who sold us home made vanilla and cinnamon tequilla and then offered that he owned the farmacia next door. Xanyx, Valium, Ecstasy, Cocaine…..whatever we needed. Caesar said he was our man.
Secondary turned out fine. They didn’t even search our car. They saw the yellow ticket (everyone else had orange tickets) wagged a finger and said, “don’t go through that lane next time”.
I flew back to Vegas for the week and I’m going back to SD on Friday (I left my car there) to meet my mom and help her to find a place to live. The house that I grew up in is sold and in a very short amount of time, my born and bred Midwestern mother is going to become a California resident.
We’re going to be staying at our current place until September 15th while Andy finishes his hockey season then, we’re not quite sure what comes next.
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