Night Owl Cards

You may have noticed that the "Big Fun Game," is all the rage on the blogs. When one game ends, another seems to begin almost immediately. As usual, I can barely keep up, so I enter what I can and hope for the best. If you're stashing secret BFG contests at the end of a post about the Minnesota Twins manager, I'm probably going to miss it. Out of the string of the four recent Big Fun Games, I've been a part of two. That's just the right speed for me. The BFGs take a fair amount of attention and the BFG needs to learn that it has to get in line behind last-minute work bombshells, dog puke and the overwhelming desire for sleep, just to name a few. Still, I entered another one recently because I landed a Carl Yastrzemski rookie in the last one. I may be overworked, but I refuse to totally ignore the words "big" and "fun". This one was called the "The Lucky 13," organized by Stealing Home at All Trade Bait All The Time . I was...

"What a stupid post title," you're saying. "I know that!" Do you? I just came in from outside after sweeping up hundreds, if not thousands, of tiny glass shards off of my driveaway and the nearby grass. Last night, a gust of wind blew over our umbrella table, shattering a glass table and sending the remnants flying everywhere. I suppose I could have demanded a complete investigation of the incident. How do I KNOW that a gust of wind blew over the table? Maybe it was the cat next door that roams the neighborhood yards at night. Maybe it was mischievous squirrels. Maybe my neighbor, in a fit of jealousy over our colorful umbrella pattern, reached over the fence with a rake and toppled the table. I suppose I could have sued someone. The table maker, the umbrella maker, the glass maker, the last guy who paved our driveway, the previous home owner who didn't take care of that slope in the driveaway, the weather man who didn't say anything...