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Went to bed after the Dodgers broke the tie at the top of the 15th. Turns out the Padres tied it at the bottom of the 15th, only to have L.A. take back the game for good in the next inning.

“In the end,” writes A.J. Cassavell at MLB.com, “the Padres were left to rue another crushing defeat, a flurry of missed opportunities, and a small handful of decisions that got them there.”

Between the failure to shore up pitching and poor managing, the Padres are in free-fall mode.

When baseball is a key mode of self-care, and your team (or, in my case, one of your teams) takes a terrible turn, it drags down the rest of your life with it. And when your life is also on a downhill slide, it makes for a particularly horrific time.

I didn’t need to end one day and start the next this way.


Padres-Nats game in gunshot delay. I’ve already seen one tweet complaining about how we can’t even watch a baseball game in “Biden’s America.”

Waiting for the first statement that this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if we only would arm the ball players.


ICAD 43: Play ball

ICAD 43/61; no prompt. Chalkboard paint background, Sunday newspaper photo. It’s MLB All-Star Game Day. The player here, Brian Goodwin, isn’t in the ASG this year, but I love the joy in this image. I made several “baseball cards,” but I liked this one the most.

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Queasy and crampy today. Haven’t felt like this in months. Given the past week at work, it’s clearly stress-related. It’s gonna be rainy all day, so I’m inclined to spend this Saturday hunkered down while creating art, watching baseball, and maybe catching up on snail mail.

I’ve already made one planned tweak to the home office (elevated the monitor shelf), and I need to organize the office a bit more before starting my work week early late tomorrow night.


Catching up after a long week of carbs and exhaustion

Spending my Saturday catching up on Padres games and making a flaccid effort to clean my home office. We flew to California a week ago today; we returned home early Thursday morning. I ate half the breakfast burrito my sister insisted on bringing to me less than 24 hours before, then dragged myself to bed to sleep off some grief, anxiety, and the pain of long hours crammed in a winged sardine can with a thick piece of cloth over half your face.

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It’s that time of year. I would have rather voted for Victor Caratini over Austin Nola for NL catcher, but oh well.

MLB all-star ballot 2021


Started my day weeping over Steve Stone’s dog dying and a sad cartoon about pets who “cross the Rainbow Bridge.” (I don’t feel like trying to discern whether that is theologically correct.) Then I discovered soon enough that returning to work today was a horrible idea. I forgot to eat and drink for much of the day.

And this apparent Cubs sweep of the Padres is just making this crummy day even crummier.


The Sox game brought me some joy today. But I’m kind of crashing right now, emotionally and physically. Time to lay low — maybe here, definitely on social media — for a bit. Very grateful tomorrow is a holiday.