I managed to wake myself up early this morning and get to work at a pleasnt 10 minutes after 7 am. This meant that I left work at just a hair after 3:30, (which really turned in to 3:45). So I stopped by Darrel's last baseball game of the season at Scottsdale Stadium. Unfortunatly they lost, but that was kinda expected. After further consideration, I realized I haven't watched people I know personally playing baseball since, well, my brother was playing. I don't think I made it to a single game while I was actually in high school. What did I do with all my time back then anyway?