I took an hour break in the middle of writing this post. That's about all I got.

Thursday October 18, 2007

10:12 p.m.

Dublin

It’s about three hours until game five of the ALCS starts, and I’m not really in a writing mood. This week has been pretty standard so far, which really just means there have not been any worthwhile distractions to keep me from worrying about the Red Sox losing, and then losing again, and again. I was supposed to go to London to visit Kevin this weekend, but BC scheduled a free trip to Cork, so I’m going to go on that instead. When I tried to change my RyanAir flights, they wanted to charge me 50 euros to change my 30 euro ticket. However, doing my best Dwight Schrute impersonation, I beat the computer system and went ahead and booked myself a completely new ticket, besting the computer by 20 euros. Nice. Now, uh, does anyone want a round trip ticket to London from Dublin that leaves, uh, 4 hours ago? Get back to me.

Should the Sox lose tonight, this little excursion to the southwest should serve as a nice distraction, which is good. This afternoon I played golf with James (roommate James) down at Elm Park. He threatened me with his 6 handicap (or “off six” as they say here), and scared me out of playing him for anything besides pride. Turns out I should have taken the bet. I’m finally getting a knack for the new putter I got from Uncle Tommy, including sinking a 50 footer just as the course ranger drove up and got out of his cart to watch us putt. Everyone at Elm Park is pretty nice, and the ranger had stopped by to suggest that we jump from the 4^th to the 16^th so that we could not be held up by the ladies tournament in front of us. He even said we could go ahead and play 1 and 2 again because there was no one else teeing off the rest of the day. So James and I jumped on the back of his cart and he whisked us over to 16 where it was wide open and we could play at our own comfortable, steady pace. A couple of the fairways had recently been aerated, but they did an impeccable job cleaning up the little dirt cylinders and it barely affected playability at all. Also, I think the aerate machines they use over here have smaller punchers than they do at home because the holes seemed much smaller. Anyways. James and I felt pretty good about making use of the beautiful day (we’re still being blessed with awesome weather) while most of the other guys just hung around the house. We ordered a couple pizzas that were getting delivered to the house just as we rounded the corner, and we declared the afternoon an all-around success.

Not much else new around here. I’m talking with Kevin on finding a good time for him to come visit. Also I’m working on a time and traveling companion to go to Prague. That’s about it. Go Sox.

Later.

11:31