Bein’ Mean and Peein’ Green

I now have less than a week before I leave for San Francisco. Time has moved so fast…sorta. I don’t feel completely prepared, though I don’t know much more I can realistically do.

The Weather Channel is calling for rain on Friday, sun on Thursday and Saturday out there. Obviously it’s too early to hang too much on such an early forecast but I’ll be watching the reports every day until I leave. Of course I don’t want it to rain at all while I’m out there but if it has to rain, Thursday would probably work the best and Friday would be the worst day for rain. If it rained Friday morning, I would cancel the trip to either Twin Peaks or Buena Vista Park. The point would be the view and that would be lost in the rain.

San Francisco appears to be a city where the weather changes frequently, so even if it does rain, it probably won’t last the whole day. So long as I get some good skyline shots and quality shots of the bridge, I’ll be okay.

Crazy Dreams

I had a couple really bizarre dreams last night. In my first dream that I remember, I was beating up my grandmother…only she wasn’t actually my grandmother. It was a person portraying my grandmother in my dream. So I was beating up my grandmother but it looked like someone else. Does that make it less wrong?

My second dream had me sabotaging a space shuttle and running from authorities throughout Gwinnett County. It was unclear whether the shuttle was taking off from Lilburn. Anyway, federal authorities caught me and they ran all sorts of tests on me and in one of them, I peed green urine. They said that proved that I was the one who caused the shuttle to explode.

So how’s that for a night’s worth of dreams? I’m beating up grandmothers and exploding space shuttles. I’m an absolute asshole…and I pee green.

A Perfect Game with Imperfect Announcing

I was watching a replay of Randy Johnson’s perfect game against the Braves from a few years ago. My brother and I were at that game and didn’t realize it was a perfect game until about the 6th inning, a couple innings after realizing that no Brave had gotten a hit yet.

This was the first time I’d seen the Arizona feed of the game and those announcers, Mark Grace and Tommy something, are horrible. Tommy what’s-his-name was talking about the most memorable moment at Atlanta Fulton County Stadium was ‘in 1990, no, it was 1991, when the Braves made the trade for Fred McGriff and the press box caught on fire and it sparked the team to their first division title since 1982. You (Mark Grace) were there because it was against the Cubs.’ Mark agreed that he was there too.

Okay, several things: First, it was 1993 and the trade sparked the team to winning their third division title in row. Second, it was against the Cardinals, not the Cubs. I don’t know where Mark Grace was with the Cubs but he wasn’t in Atlanta.

And were any corrections made? No. Instead, the announcers went on babbling about something else.

Final Thoughts

I saw a story about a super strong three year old. He reportedly can lift five pound weights. So what? I can do that too and no one’s writing an article about it.

Have you ever had a day like I had yesterday? I had one…yesterday.