The Astros lost again. This time it took twelve innings and Reggie Sanders. He beat the throw the first to get on base, stole second, took third on Ausmus’s throwing error when trying to get him out stealing, and came home on a squeeze play. You could hear the infield shout “squeeze!” even up at our seats, but it didn’t help them get Sanders out. And so the Cardinals swept the Astros. Sad, sad.
Also, I don’t know much about the NFL, but it seems to me that Eli Manning it being a bit of a baby by not wanting to play in San Diego. That’s the way the draft works. The team chooses you, not the other way around.
It’s been a hectic week, and I’ve been sleepy through it all, so I’m really looking forward to the weekend.
Tonight is Gavin’s not-a-surprise surprise party. See, first we were supposed to have a surprise party for him tomorrow night. But then his parents surprised him last weekend, which made Matt think he’d missed the party, and he didn’t quite cover it up enough, and so Gavin sorta figured it out, and then Jen thought they had something else to do tomorrow night, so she told him, but then it turns out that they don’t have something to do tomorrow night, but by that time some of us had already made other plans for tomorrow night (going to Nick’s ballet), SO…we’re going out to dinner tonight. And playing Laser Tag. Woo! I suck at Laser Tag, but at least it’s fun.
Tomorrow morning Gavin, Jason, Debbie and I are running a relay race. Same one we did around this time last year, where everyone runs 2.81 miles. (No, I have no idea why it’s 2.81.) Anyway, it should be fun. Debbie has bad knees, Jason has a bum foot and lingering concussion, I’m tired and slow, and so basically Gavin is the only one who will run any sort of reasonable time. Must be nice to be a natural runner!
Tomorrow afternoon I’m test driving cars. Within two weeks, I’ll have a new car. Or, rather, SUV. Yes, Katie, kill me now, I’m getting a gas guzzler.
Sunday night I have a soccer game. Yay!
