wasn't i the one used to be heard proclaiming that she Never biked to work in baseball season? well, sigh. although if he makes the summer team, i swear on the knucklebones of great-aunt zillah . . .

today was pretty good actually, darned if i can figure out why. traffic on the bridge had something borking it up in my direction. i swear, the days my kid has a game are the days someone's ford throws a rod. probably shouldn't tell him that and add to his delusions of grandeur, but at least i was biking instead of driving today. i left half an hour earlier than usual this morning, so i had no intention whatever of hurrying, and it ended up as the same overall trip time anyway. saw two cyclists on my side of the bridge going in. the first was an old, old indian man in resplendent turban and that long two-part beard partriarchs seem to grow, coming the opposite way on the baby bridge. someone just ahead of me stopped so he could ride past them on the narrow path, but then just as i was preparing to do the same he stopped for me. gave me a nice stately nod and smile as we passed.

and the second other-biker i met was ahead of me, going my way on the major bridge. someone - couldn't tell boy or girl - on some old machine carrying full panniers on either side that would get the spca called if you saw them on a donkey. i laid back and just followed them, and i'll say this: they weren't moving too fast, but they never slackened or wavered at all even when they got up and the wind took a hand. off the bridge they pulled to the side of the mup and let me go past, so overall i'm very up on my fellow bike-commuters today.

the ride home didn't go all that fast. didn't go all that slow either, considering that i was folding over with hunger before i'd even cleared the parking lot. and left my water bottle in the u/g parking lot, sigh. i was well on my way up the my-side hill before i checked my watch and told myself, 'okay, they've started the game.' rode the rest of the way playing a fantasy first-inning in my head so i'd have an idea of timing. fortunately for me, they let the wheels fall off in the top of the second, so they were still playing the bottom of it when i got there. they gave the other team six runs and me just enough time to not-miss my kid's first at-bat. now that's what i call a good baseball team!

no songs due to imaginary ball/strike counting. but my kid hit an rbi single to left, flied out to shallow left and was called out on a very fictional tag on his way down to first. made a theatrical running catch on an outfield flyball and got stepped on by someone while stealing second. not bad for monday.