This was one of those days where you've got an all-day event, and you know you'll be missing the game, so you're forced to just hope for the best. You know, instead of doing the scientifically-proven method of rooting for the team.

I was glad to hear the news. Two in a row in Atlanta. And when I heard the Yanks lost 11-9, I started talking about how I hoped they'd been up 9-0 and gave up 11 runs in the ninth. So you know how happy I was to find out they were actually up 9-2 at one point. And that Mo blew the save!

So the momentum is back on the good side.

In other news, I just ate a Pixy Stix (what's the singular form?) for the first time in almost ten years. Needless to say, those things are good as ever. I can't believe the idea was ever allowed to become an actual product, though.

"Hey, kids like sugar, right? Here's a little tube with said sugar inside!"

"That's IT?"

"Uhhhh...yeah......I mean.....no, it comes in different colors--I mean flavors--no, colors..."

"Sold!"

Hey, I ain't complainin'.