Another loss. Our Sunday team stinks. Oops, I mean Kevin's Sunday team stinks. Tony Dollar$ is still undefeated, as far as Louisville's Most Wanted is concerned.

But Kevin and Carlos and their cast of a dozen or so lost again, this time in a rain-shortened but still official 5-4 disappointment.

I still think this Sunday team, which sits at 1 and 5 in last place, is a team to be reckoned with come tournament time. But as of now we stink.

Our biggest problem is we have a team full of good #7 or 8 hitters in the lineup, but no real 3-5 batting threats. Weak hitting, in other words.

My other real problem is where to put Kid BT. I was going to pitch him today but Ron wanted another guy- Chuck. And Chuck pitched an excellent game. He threw strikes on the first pitch and he then threw tough pitches to hit afterward. You can't ask for anything more.

Brian caught, and he made an excellent put-out on a play at the plate, which is invaluable. But Brian has an excellent glove, and this is the 2nd game he's caught. I can't help but feel we're wasting him back there. Catcher is an extremely under-rated position, and having a guy back there we are confident in is a great advantage, but still...
I like this Sunday team. It's a lot of fun, though we have some major flaws. We just need to start hitting, and I need to figure out where to put my brother and his excellent glove.
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My bruise has turned mostly yellow, which, based on experience, means it will be going away soon. But it stretches from just below my knee to my foot, which is a little disconcerting. Plus one side of my foot is purple, which is also disconcerting. Then Ron mentioned that 10 years ago Jimmy Yates needed surgery on a blood clot after a bruise just like mine, which was a thought that never entered my head until tonight and that is now bothering me slightly, but still, I think it's going away.
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I don't mind ants. I don't particularly care for them, but they are just ants. Tiny bugs that sometimes appear where they are unexpected, and that's about it. They have never creeped me out or anything.
Friday on Fresh Air the guest spent 45 minutes talking about ants, their different varieties and some of their more fascinating behavior. Very interesting stuff. It was actually a repeat, but I missed a lot of it when it was on months ago. I heard it all this time.
None of it would have bothered me at all, except I found an ant on my wall the next night. No big deal. I squashed and flushed him.
But then I opened my sock drawer a few hours later and found another in there. I squished him, too. Then this morning I found two in the kitchen.
All killed, all gone, and I've searched my home top-to-bottom for ant-attractions and ant entry ways, but all seems good.
A few ants would not normally bother me at all. They're just ants. But I hadn't had any for years, and coupled with Friday's Fresh Air story they have me mildly freaked and feeling ants on my skin whenever I have the slightest itch.