So Begins the Summer of Glove

The jets have flown past, the caps have been put back on, and the game is about to begin. Today was the first leg of my trip, the equivalent of having read the quote that “a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”, and then thinking that you could probably take a thousand mile journey. Except it is 12,000 miles, and you’re driving. The Grand Marquis (Just as Elaine from Seinfeld thinks a penis needs to be circumcised to have a personality, I think a car needs a name to have one. Suggestions?) left Austin at 1:20 central time. The ride was hastily packed together with goodies ranging from Slim Jims, which I snapped into thank you very much Macho Man, to Pringles. It was a momentous occasion. I weighed in at 168 pounds. The odometer clocked in at 55037, and my ninjas were dueling on the dashboards. Life was good, and to celebrate I punctuated it by puncturing a fresh box of Juicy Juice, which was delicious. Turns out Mom knew what she was doing after all.

The drive was drizzly, but I passed time by playing Carcass Count.

Possum: 1

Cat: 1

Deer: 1

Unknown Bambi-cake: 1

Unknown bloody smear of Fauna: 3

As for the Game Wednesday, I'm going to be at the West Alabama Icehouse beforehand, the B.U.S. bar afterwards, and won't know where I'm sitting until I buy my tickets at the game.