The Curse of 9AM
I don't know why, but any more, no matter what time I go to bed at night, I wake up at 9AM. Go to bed at 11PM, wake up at 9AM; go to bed at 3AM, wake up at 9AM. It really doesn't seem to matter and I can't figure out why. The day of the week doesn't even seem to matter any more either. Every morning, 9AM, I'm awake. Oh well, I guess this is routine?
So I had a dream last night that there was a baseball stadium right next door to my parent's house. By right next door, I mean it shared a fence with their fence. It wasn't a major league ballpark, but it was a minor league park. You could sit in the side yard and see the whole game, for free. The thing was, in the dream, I wondered why I had never noticed it before and why I wasn't spending every summer night there, sitting in the side yard watching baseball. It was awesome and weird all at the same time.
The potentially last World Series game is tonight. I'm not pulling for either team in particular, as I have players I like on both teams, so as long as everyone plays fair and plays well, I'll be happy with whoever wins. Secretly though, I want the Yankees to win because I want Boonie to win. Go Boone!!

