This street needs less cows. And bears!

Today, there was sleep. Sleep, in theory, is good when you feel sick.

After the sleep, there was an hour or two of relaxing and reading and determining whether I felt good enough to go hang out with people; eventually I decided I had cabin fever.

I drove over to Nykkel's house, where I got there just in time to intercept a game of Cosmic Encounter with him, Farren, DJ, and Phaedrus.

After that, Nykkel's (extremely cute) brother who is in town for the weekend showed up, and most of us hadn't met him before, so that was cool. We all went over to Buca di Beppo for dinner. It was pretty awesome, since I'd wanted to go there for ages, but never had a big group to go with. The food was great, and plentiful, and I got to catch up with people, especially Farren. (BTW, I looked it up, and we did go to a game this year, not in May, but April 10th -- still, the 2006 Schedule has the Indians here on May 7th and the Devil Rays on May 8th next year. Yay!)

We got back from dinner, and finished the game of Cosmic. It didn't take long, and everyone won but Phaedrus. Honestly, I think we were mostly too full of food to play much longer anyway.

Then there was a lot of みんな大好き塊, and I think my take on the game is still "I should buy the soundtrack instead of the actual game". It's sad, but I suck at Katamari, I really do, though I enjoy hanging out with people and playing it or watching them play it.

Came home. Catching up on the net. Astros up 2-1 in the series on the Braves. Anaheim still up only 2-1 on the Yankees due to rain. Cardinals are going to the NLCS, White Sox to the ALCS. My hope for a CWS-STL World Series is still on target. Whee.

The postseason, Atlanta Rookie style

After a long day at work, outfielder Jeff Francoeur couldn't be more glad to get home. He pushed open the door to his apartment, threw his bags down on the ground, and fell onto the couch, exhausted after the 18-inning NLDS-ending loss against the Astros. His roomate, catcher Brian McCann, followed suit, except he was stuck with the armchair, flinging his legs over the side.

They sat in silence for a minute, then Brian said, "Hey, you're the one who struck out to end the top of the eighteenth, why do *you* get the couch?"

Jeff said, "Look, dude, I didn't call that fastball down the middle that Chris Burke slammed into the left-field stands, okay?"

Brian thought about that one for a minute. "But I hit that home run off Clemens in game 2. That was COOL."

Jeff paused. "Ooooh, good point." He stood up and went over to the fridge, digging for a Yoo-Hoo. "You want a drink, Bri?"

"Nah... I think I'm going to sit here and play some video games."

"Oh. Whatcha putting in?"

Brian started up the Playstation 2, grabbed a controller, threw another one onto the armchair, and sat on the couch. "MLB 2005. I get Clemens, you get Smoltz. Let's rumble."

"Oh, fuck, man, why don't I ever get to be Clemens?"

"Who hit the home run off him? Hello?"

Jeff stuck out his tongue. "Who's gonna be NL Rookie of the Year this year?"

"Ryan Howard?" Brian smirked.

"Screw this. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up in March."