The Sox-Cubs game yesterday was ok. It's too bad Sox lost, but overall in the two crosstown series of the last couple weeks, they got back in their division race, beat the Cubs 4 out of 6, and got me excited about baseball again this season. I still hope Jerry Womanuel gets fired before the break, and there are still too many guys batting under .230, but at least the team is somewhat worth cheering for now.

In the section where me and Olivia were sitting, there were about 10 fights that happened throughout the game. We couldn't see what was going on, other than an occasional shoe that would go flying over our heads into the lower deck. I used to be all for having beer at the ballpark, but now my opinion is changing. They should consider banning sale of alcohol. Stupid drunk people at the game are funny sometimes, but after a while it just gets annoying. Maybe I'm just getting old, or maybe I'm getting sick of paying 5 bucks for a little cup of beer.

I think I'm a couple years behind the rest of the world, but only in the last few days have I discovered the fun of mobile text messaging. Short 2-word phrases sent to my phone prove to be some of the most entertaining moments of my day. The only bad thing is, my phone doesn't tell me who sent me the message, but usually I can narrow it down to 1 or 2 possible senders, based on the content.