Caleb and I went to the Beggs game Friday night, because they were playing Haskell, and one of his Youth Tour pals is a Haskell cheerleader. They hung out for a bit, the game was close for the first quarter and then the Demons started clicking, while the Haymakers imploded. Final score Beggs 43, Haskell 8.
It was weird, being at a Beggs game and not covering it or anything, but not bad. Just different. And a little chilly.
The Red Sox and Dodgers were in Game 3 of the World Series when we got back, and I started watching in the eighth inning. It went to 18 innings and ended with a walk-off home run at 2:30 a.m. after seven hours and 20 minutes of baseball. Completely ridiculous, but worth watching.
College football was on as background noise most of Saturday, and Dad and Trevor watched the OSU-Texas game, where the Cowboys won 38-35 on Homecoming. Derek Steeley and Cole were at the OU game, and the Coxes were in Fayetteville for the Arkansas game.
Boston won Game 4 with five runs in the ninth inning.
Dad and Trevor have had the TV turned to NFL football all day today, while I "watched" the NASCAR race at Martinsville through the online tracker and Twitter updates.
Also read a lot of Neil Gaiman nonfiction and a sad-but-interesting novel called The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein.
Isaac Asimov's Foundation was rather disappointing, as most early sci-fi is, though it was good to know where George Lucas picked up the idea for a city-planet and the name "Corellia," and where Joss Whedon got the idea for a scruffy pirate of dubious morals who distrusts religion (Mal Reynolds of Firefly, and come to think of it, Han Solo was probably inspired by Asimov's Linmar Ponyets).
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