Lansing's got a minor league baseball team. We weren't able to get to a game in the summer of 2012, and we got too busy in the summer of 2013 to attend one either. We swore we'd get to one in 2014 and ... actually, we just managed to get to one, going to the final game of the season. It was a nice afternoon game, and at the gate they gave away copies of the official team magazine since, heck, what were they going to do with them otherwise?
The Lansing Lugnuts ... well, gave up the first pitch of the game, but were carrying on pretty well into the fifth inning, when the skies started getting really threatening, and they gave up several runs and the lead. We hoped they'd be able to get back ahead before the rain came, but the rain did come, and kept getting heavier, until they finally called the game. I can't blame them: the dugouts were several inches deep in water, and the field wasn't much better. And since it'd got past four and a half innings, this counted as the game. We didn't learn how the rules for rained out games --- you're supposed to get admission to a game later in the season --- apply to the last game of the season.
Meanwhile on my humor blog, I put forth ``My Fortune To Be Made: Grad Student Fantasy Camp,'' which is one of those strange cases where I'm pretty sure I'm joking, but I think I also might have hit on a brilliant idea. Other stuff that's run since the surprisingly popular time last week when I looked at what was ``Found While Attempting To Clean Out My Wallet'' have been:
- Roscoe ‘Fatty’ Arbuckle, Buster Keaton in: The Butcher Boy, a silent comedy that starts in the general store that was just accepted as normal back then and then moves as all general store silent comedies do to the foiling of robbers while in drag.
- Statistics Saturday: Things Found While Cleaning Up After The Yard Sale, and yes, there's an aggrieved squirrel.
- Five Nights At Game Informer, which hopefully won't inspire nightmares over that game that's giving people nightmares.
- Modern Life As Seen Through The Prism Of Waiting For A Flu Shot At Rite-Aid, which really and truly happened as I describe it.
- Meanwhile, On Deck Ten … (this won't take up too much time to read).
- Why I Am Not Talking About Apartment 3-G, which is, that it's being really unnecessarily annoying anymore.
Trivia: President Lyndon Johnson phoned the White House Situation Room at 1 am, 3:30 am, and 7:35 am, to hear updates on the fighting in Vietnam, the morning of the 28th of July, 1965, shortly before announcing the number of Americans sent to the war would rise from 75,000 to 125,000, with more to follow. Source: The Eve of Destruction: How 1965 Transformed America, James T Patterson.
Currently Reading: The Complete Fairy Tales Of The Brothers Grimm, Translator Jack Zipes. Wait, the devil has a kindly grandmother? The heck?