It must've been that lavender mist I sprayed on my pillow last night. Or maybe the cup of rally fries smothered in ketchup I savored at the Safe while watching the Ms cruise to a 7-3 victory. My son and I were sitting just to the left of home plate. We didn't catch a foul ball, but the kid behind us did; you should've seen the gleam in his eyes.
This morning I woke up and knew it was time to start blogging.