12 December 2011

"But here you are in the ninth, two men out and three men on..."

Photo from here, via here.
The rumors of my death have only been a teeny bit exaggerated.  My face has cycled through each of the faces of the eggs up there about five or six times.  Even the one in the pan.  If the past few weeks of my life had a theme song, it's been Billy Joel's "Pressure."