I slept through the night like a baby. No dreams, no restlessness, not a single disturbance. When I woke this morning, the clock said 5:58. I beat the alarm by 3 minutes! I victoriously turned it off before it could beep, and hopped out of bed feeling relieved and rested.
I drank a cup of coffee, ate some cereal, and met my friend Burns at 6:45. We spent the next six hours at Dodger Stadium, standing in line for opening day tickets.
"The race for third place has already begun! Be part of the excitement at Dodger Stadium!"
The Dodgers communications director, who is the worst public speaker I've ever seen, tried and failed to keep pump up the crowd, shouting things like, "When I say 'What do you miss?!' You say, 'Baseball!' Ready?! What do you miss?!"
One guy next to me shouted, "The Playoffs!" Another shouted, "My tickets!"
And so it went for several hours. He even tried to get us all to sing "Take me out to the ballgame." I felt physical pain in my gut for this poor guy.
Burns's wristband was 500 higher than mine, so while he bought our tickets, I walked back to the car and finished reading a wonderful book titled " Mister Posterior And The Genius Child," by Emily Jenkins. I was sad to see it end, and I highly recommend it.
When I was done with my book, I took a nap. Burns returned about an hour later with our tickets -- they are the best kind: inside the park for opening day.
When I arrived home, there was a package sitting on my dining room table, containing my Homestarrunner T-shirts! Ryan got a Strongbad, Nolan got a Homestar, and I got a Strongbad and The Cheat. Plus we got bonus tatoos.