Anticipation...

Ah, it's the last hour before vacation starts. Think I'm going to get any more work done today? I thought not. I have a ton to do tonight, including mowing the lawn. I would've done that last night, but I got this bizarre pain on my left side and upper left leg. I have no idea what it was. It didn't hurt while I was sitting, but was really painful to walk. It started hurting sometime after lunch, and by the end of the work day it was miserable. So I sat around last night, and did nothing, hoping it would go away. And it did mostly. It's still a little sore, but nothing like last night.

Speaking of pain, the Dodgers played like chumps dropping three in a row, but unloaded on Dontrelle Willis and the Marlins last night, scoring four in the first, eventually winning 14-5. The DTrain is now 7-1. DeLo got the win.

The two teams are playing an early afternoon game today. Through three and a half, Jeff Weaver and Josh Beckett are both throwing shut-outs. Mike Lowell had to be removed from the game when he lost Milton Bradley's pop foul in the sun, and it hit smack in the nose.

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Only five times in the last seventy-five years has a pitcher given up eight runs in the first inning without getting a single out. The Reds' Paul Wilson has done it twice.

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And now it's frelling raining out. Bother. The lawn really needs mowing.