shoot. every time i go to a giants game and matt herges is pitching ... we lose. dong -- yank him. he sucks.

double shooooooot. i just talked baseball.

even though i'm not a "fantasy widow" the way janice and brittany are (grammatically, shouldn't it be 'is?' it sounds so weird though) ... i'm getting a bird's eye view of what that life might be like. hideyo has so much baseball stat and trivia in his head, i honestly doubt there is any space for greek, hebrew or hermeneutics. it fascinates me to hear guys talk sports all the time. there are so many sports ... how do they keep track of all the people? even just for baseball ... their batting averages, their slugging averages, rbi's, home runs, general trends and ups and downs and oo-wa-hooplas ... it's astonishing. i can't even remember all my kids' semester grades, and there were only 79 of them. it's crazy. boys are weird.

in addition to that, i am also continuously wowed by the supermensa people around me. for starters ... speaking of hot minds ... my bz is incredibly well-read. i feel like a complete philistine around him when he talks circles around me about william blake or robert frost or the five million books he's reading simulateously while i slog through jane eyre. amazing. oooh ... and don't even get me started on my ltg. people are hella crazy readers ... ted's top 10 list of books ... penny's top ten ... brittany and janice's top ten ... whoa nelly nelly. all i know about kafka is that he wrote a book about flies ... or perhaps it was just one. all i know about watership down is that there is a bunny on the cover of the edition they sell at borders. east of eden? it was a song that michelle kwan skated to way back in the day.

pathetic. i need to read more. who's with me?