I find this quote amusing:

"I had to prepare my son before the game. If he heard what sounded like boos, I told him he was actually hearing 'Cirill-oooo.'"

From pads 3B/U player on getting booed in seattle where he used to really stink.

[ esca | 1:24 PM | ]

 

I had a dream about school last night. Nothing unusual about the dream, I just went to classes, trudged through the snow, stuff like that. I don't really even remember many details besides just *feeling* like I was at school. Was it a good dream? Was it pleasant? I'm not sure.

But when I woke up, I had this odd feeling of displacement, the type of feeling you get when you walk out of the door in your house and you're all but certain you've forgotten something. It was as if for the duration of the dream I had stepped into a different personality. Maybe its a sign that I used to think differently. Maybe its a sign that I've been looking through old pictures or reading old journals. And late night mexican food.

[ esca | 1:16 PM | ]

 

T-Mac to the Rox??

woooot!

[ esca | 10:15 PM | ]