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My Cubbies are in the postseason.  I have fond memories of returning from a sucsessful White Mountain summit and driving back down that long road listening to my other team (the Giants) lose to the Angels in game 6, back in 2002.  Kari, GJ and I trying to translate the game from Spanish into English and Kari being an Angel fan made for a sour ending to a great day.  Don’t get me wrong, that was a great game and a beautiful comeback but it came at the cost of my team.

Now, another LA team is beating up on my team.  I’m not going to say they’ve lost yet but it is the bottom of the 8th and the Cubs are losing 6-2.  I really hate LA teams, if I have to wind up cheering for the White Sox in the post season I’m going to vomit.

In other news, I just finished a book called, “The Cactus Eaters” by Dan White.  I love that book, it’s funny and inspiring.  He’s a clusterfuck on feet and he attempts to hike the entire Pacific Crest Trail, starting with a girlfriend.  I won’t say anything more about the book outside of the fact that it was a great read and makes me want to through hike the PCT myself.

I don’t know exactly how I’d swing 5 consecutive months off work, and the portion of the trail that appeals to me most would be the Sierra Nevada section, it’s even covered in his book most extensively.  Seemingly by a ratio of 70-80 of California/Sierra pages to 1 page of Oregon/Washington.  Now that could be due to one other major event that takes place at the Oregon border, thereby making the California story a more appealing one to read, but that’s speculation.

Either way, this goes up there with, “Touch the top of the World” by Erik Weihenmayer for purely inspirational adventure books, though in different ways.

It’s always hard ending a good book.  You want more, you’re forlorn without the friends you’ve made in the book but you can’t get any.  It’s a hopeless feeling, like being in jail while those new friends are out living their lives and unaware of the people they left behind.  I need something else to read now

Today I was hoping to see my sister up in San Jose, so I called her in the morning from Morgan Hill where I was doing a load of laundry. We made plans for later in the day and I called Scott to see if he wanted to waste any time with me until then. Turns out him and his wife had no big plans this weekend, which is shocking in and of itself as those two are always out doing something or other, so I went up to his place after going and seeing Ryan and Tyler’s gravesites at Mount Hope.

So, the three of us went to a newly redesigned and reopened Oakridge (mall) and had a look around. After this was done, Scott and I went out and played 6 games of 21, of which he won 4. Despite the fact that he hasn’t played in over a decade, that fool has some solid D. I’ll have to work on not being thrown around by his superior bulk. Hopefully as we play more, he’ll get into better shape (read as: lose some weight) so he won’t be able to use that fatass of his to move me around so much.

Then I got back to the academy grounds, since my sister wouldn’t be able to meet me up until later in the night that I was able to stay out. When I got back, I took care of some errands/crap that I needed to and went over to the piano to practice the little bit I know. It just soothes me, while I play that stupid little set of keys I smile, my heart calms, my mind relaxes and I’m just in a different mood/mode. As I was fumbling around, one of the other people in the hall came over and helped me out a little bit, showed me a couple other things to do and played the piano very well, I didn’t catch his name, though I appreciate his help.

10.16.03

Damn the Marlins, damn them twice for eliminating both of my teams.  Go BOSOX, I’m getting tired of seeing the Yankees in every other World Series.

::Update:: Crap, Yanks and Marlins World Series, …Yawn…