we may lose and we may win

but we'll never be here again
so open up, i'm climbing in

Do the Yankees really think the win will be more satisfying in New York? Is it really worth the trouble?

What is better than being home and watching baseball with the family? Nothing. Well, maybe seeing your best friends in this whole world. The trip up here though, less than desireable.

I wake up and rush to get ready. I am ready to go. Bathed, packed, and fed. However, after I get my Santa Claus bag of laundry and my bank robber duffel bag, I realize I am parked really far away. Sweet. After a long, awkward walk to the car, I'm ready to roll. Start the car, it's kind of shaky. You know how sometimes when a car idles, it sounds like it is struggling for life. That was mine. PS, the check engine light has been on. Forever. At this point, I am going home, no matter what.

My mom has a phobia of bridges. I don't. Or, I didn't. Until today, possibly. I was driving over the Mississippi bridge into Louisiana. Except that there was an excessively wide load at the front of the bridge. Because of this fact, I sat on this bridge for half an hour. That's not so bad. Except that it was pouring down rain with a tornado watch in effect. On top of that, I got to spend this half hour next to an 18-wheeler. Full of cows. Not only was this monstrosity shaking the entire bridge, it was stanking up my car!!

But now I am home. I am watching Dead Poets Society. I am going back to school tomorrow. Yay for LSU football!