High Life
I was driving home last night from a great goalie clinic, Jaybirds on the XM, and the A’s radio guy wasn’t annoying the shit out of me like the Angels guys did. Yay!
It’s 0-0, middle of the third when I fire up the stinkwagon (Eau de Goalie Gear and Wet Dog), and then slowly but surely, the boys start knocking ‘em out of the park the way they do and the happy cat is smiling upon Marcum.
And life just feels good.
I have a game tonight and should be leaving the barn right about 11 p.m. when the game is wrapping up. Looking forward to that feeling all over again.
Thanks, baseball!
