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home is always calling out my name
I'm back in Seattle, and my brain thinks it's actually 4:30am at this point, so I should sleep, rather than write an update of the day. I did just look through my Carnival pictures and holy hell, I took a lot more awesome shots than I thought I had, so tomorrow hopefully I'll crop some photos and write some stuff and all.
For the first time ever, I lucked out and ended up sitting next to someone on the plane who actually knew as much about baseball as I do... a guy about ten years older than me, member of the Seattle chapter of SABR. 4.5-hour flight, we chatted about baseball for the first 3 hours or so. I also got dinner with Cheryl in the O'Hare airport since it turns out we were on the same flight. Good times.
For the first time ever, I lucked out and ended up sitting next to someone on the plane who actually knew as much about baseball as I do... a guy about ten years older than me, member of the Seattle chapter of SABR. 4.5-hour flight, we chatted about baseball for the first 3 hours or so. I also got dinner with Cheryl in the O'Hare airport since it turns out we were on the same flight. Good times.
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I am DEAD BORING though. Aside from times when I do things like fall in love with Canadian pitchers or whatever.