It's a sunshine day

Today has all the makings of legendary.

11:50 AM - Lunch will be served out of the trunk of Terry's car, in the basement of parking garage. Lunch will consist solely of Bud Light.

1:05 PM - The Onshore Division is going to the ball game! That's right, the higher ups have armed each of us peons with a ticket and twenty Astros Bucks. This is game three of a 3 game series with Cards. Interestingly enough, Game 1 was a 7-0 blank by the Redbirds, but the Astros managed to return the favor last night with a 7-0 shutout of their own. Today's pitching matchup is Albers-Pineiro, so there should be plenty of action on the hitting front.

Sure, the last place 'Stros are drawing dead right now, but they still have a month's worth of baseball to play spoiler for everyone else in the division.

5:30 PM - Live draft at our VP's house, with my boss, and several other managers. Accompanied by... more beer. And pizza. Something tells me that after 5 solid hours of drinking, this is the probably a very dangerous place for me to be hanging out. Just a hunch.

8:00 PM - Poker at Casa de Siy. Ahh, poker. It's become a weekly cleansing ritual, therapeutic in nature and calming in effect. A good way to wrap up the day (and part with all my cash).

So there it is.

Now I have 45 minutes to wrap up 3 hours worth of work.

Godspeed, friends.

This is God's country, boys

We got to boo Bonds at the 'stros game last night. Roy O was brilliant, as usual, striking out 6 or 7 in seven innings, but he was long gone when the game was decided in extra innings. A couple funky, freak hits by the Giants gave them the 2-1 victory in the 12th. Tough way to lose a ball game, for sure, but Minute Maid's always a helluva place to watch one - especially on a night like last night, when the weather was absolutely gorgeous.

Hooray, baseball.