So I blog to you in a somewhat disheartened state. I just had to disenroll from school this semester on account of not understanding that the government can only subsidize my 6th year of working towards my bachelors degree so much. I can still go back in the fall and get money, this just pushes out my timetable a little bit. In truth, I was crushed when I found out about this earlier this week and spent some time crying in my office at work with the door closed (don't act like it's never happened to you), but I quickly reframed it and decided immediately that I would instead use this summer to prepare relentlessly for my GRE. Hell, maybe the LSAT if there's time. Always efficient! Always making the trains run on time! That's me. Not a slacker at all anymore, no sir.
And then I got a grip and realized FUCK THIS IT'S SUMMER. Fuck the GRE. Fuck the LSAT. Fuck the refund I'm not getting on the two weeks I've already been enrolled. It's summer. I intend to enjoy myself. And with that in my mind, can we talk about This Week in Baseball/Esta Semana en Beisbol? Mis Amigos?
Do you all have as many as fond of memories as do I of such as? Wow, quitting school has really messed with my diction. I loved spending my Saturday mid-afternoons with Mel Allen. And Mel Allen loved spending his Saturdays nights with some Wild Turkey, I'm pretty sure. Between the bloopers and T.W.I.B. Notes, it really made a seven year old girl feel like she understood America's Game. Kind of like how Ken Burns would make me feel 15 years later. Does it really matter that I fake my way through most baseball conversations with refences to Rollie Fingers's moustache and The Splendid Splinter? I don't think so.
Right now, on a summery day, I wish I could fall asleep on my couch to the sound of Mel Allen's voice. I think there's an ice cream truck in the distance. Someone is cutting grass. I can smell it. I feel bad for sleeping on such a nice day, but fuck it. It's summer.