I sat on the back porch, nursing a glass of lemonade and listening to the sweet sweet music of Dave Sims talk about Justus Sheffield’s slider this evening.
I sat on the back porch for three hours and watched relatively meaningless baseball (insert midseason form joke here), as daylight turned to dusk turned to night, as 78 turned to 75 turned to 70 and as birds chirping turned to the faint murmur of crickets scraping their legs together over and over and over again.
I got to open my computer to a live ROOT broadcast of real life Seattle Mariners baseball this summer evening.