I got mad hits like I was Rod Carew

It's 10:15 and Jose Reyes just hit a leadoff single up the middle of the infield in San Fransisco. Gary Cohen is providing the play by play with Keith Hernandez doing color commentary. I watch the action on TV from the comfort of a pre-war apartment in Prospect Heights. Bobblehead dolls of Ralph Kiner and Bob Murphy provide karmic support from atop the tv. Portraits of Snoopy, Charlie Brown, and the casts of Goodfellas, the Godfather, and the Sopranos survey the action from their perches on the wall. No obvious indication of who they're rooting for, but I like to think that they're pulling for Willie Randolph and company. It's 10:15 and all is well.

I have a family that loves me, good friends, a fun place to live, a new promotion at work, a baseball game to watch, and a bunch of cool toys. That's not a pretty damn good list even if the word girlfriend doesn't appear on it at the moment. Everyone is healthy, summer is coming, and life is good.

The weather has sucked for the past few days, but it hasn't stopped me from rollerblading in both Central Park and Prospect Park, going to Friday Night Fights, getting plastered with the downtown Brooklyn kids at Christine's place in the West 50s, brewing beer at Jesse's in Williamsburg and getting plastered again, watching lots of baseball, getting visited by Jason, and dragging my ass to work. If you need me I'll be on the couch watching baseball. So yeah, it's 10:55 and all is well.

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