...but not for long.
I went on one hell of a bender this weekend to celebrate my victory over higher education (each time I go I'm more and more convinced that Vegas is nothing but pure evil in city form), but in between killing braincells it became more and more obvious that I was going to be moving to San Diego sooner rather than later.
Not to keep going on about this, but I've pretty damn miserable without Amanda these past few days despite being back in the place I grew up (the fact I won't shutup about her is enough proof of how much she means to me). I figure that it's best to make the move now before I'm locked into a lease and am still getting myself established at a new job. So after I make the rounds and visit family and friends I haven't seen for a while, I'm going to pack up the car (again) and head out west (again) to get myself setup before she comes home from her trip. I'm also gonna make a pit-stop at Tiffany's, because unless something completely unexpected happens the next few days, I'm going to ask her to marry me in the not-to-distant future (good think she doesn't read my blog, eh?).
On to baseball: Apparently I missed some dynamite pitching performances from personal fave Matt Cain
, and the always-fun-to-watch Jake Peavy
while I was gone, but oh well. Phil Hughes had another good outing
, but not the type of dominant outing we've come to expect. He'll be fine, it's still just May.
I'll wrap up all of the minor league events from the days I was gone either today or tomorrow, but I've still got a boat load of things to take care of, so I'll see you then.