Cruelest headline ever, courtesy the Houston Chronicle today:
Fall means fabulous foliage ? but not here.
As if I don’t already know that the only good thing about fall in Houston is a slight decrease in the oppressive heat, the newspaper has to rub it in. “Few things are sadder, leaf lovers may tell you, than fall in Houston, a city where, if you talk about the four seasons, people think you mean a hotel.” Instead, the article describes how Houstonites can view the fall colors via Internet leaf cams. Seriously. BIG FREAKING SIGH. I have to get out of this city.
Also in the news this morning is the explanation for why the bayou behind my apartment has been unusually full lately — weird winds. Slow news day, anyone?
I don’t think I’ve given a fantasy baseball update in a while. My All-Star team clawed its way out of 9th place (out of 10), is now solidly in 8th, and is knocking on the door of 7th. It’s a classic case of too little, too late. My NL-only team, however, after flip-flopping between 1st and 2nd for months, made a huge jump over the weekend and is in 1st place (first!) by 4.5 points with less than two weeks left in the season. This is especially exciting for three reasons:
- If I finish anywhere in the top three (which is guaranteed since I’d have to lose 14.5 points to fall into 4th place), I get a cash prize. Cash is good.
- Seven of the other 8 guys are rooting for me to win in order to take down Glenn, who has won the league something like 10 out of 15 years.
- If I win an NL-only league, Carter and Dr. G. might actually consider me a “real” fantasy baseball person.
I was supposed to go see Hair last night with Becca and Jen, but I felt crappy so I just went home. I still feel pretty icky today, and my neck/back hurts for unknown reasons. Gavin was just diagnosed with strep throat, and since we spent all weekend together in Kansas City I’d be worried that I was getting strep…except for the fact that my throat doesn’t hurt at all.
Is it Friday yet?
