I sit here tonight with my tail between my legs. With the start of baseball, the commencement of soreness follows like a shadow. Minute after minute of running, combined with drill after drill, combined with sprint after sprint, combined with shuffle after shuffle, has left me absolutely sore. This isn't like any other year, this is twice what we took part in last year. In the end, it's all worth it, it's getting us closer to our goal. However, I just turned in what I thought was a lackluster paper for my college English class. It's about as lackluster as this blog tonight. I apologize for the boring topic and all of that, but I figured I'd use tonight just to let you guys know what I was up to.
Tomorrow I plan on going to school, and then practice, and then the fish dinner at the Beagle Club. I know every single one of you has been to the Beagle Club, so at least you can related to that. In fact, I see Aunt Carrie's picture right along side with ole Bob-e in front of those pines in Grandpa's yard. It should be a good chance for me to catch up with some old friends there (I realize I'm young, but I haven't seen them in months), like Mike Perry, Matt Geiling, and even Grandma and Gene Shuler.
Anyways, I'm exhausted, so I'm out for the night.
So long, and goodnight, good morning, or good afternoon...