Yesterday was my birthday, as noted in the blog post for Sept. 30.
The birthday post may have led many of you to ponder, as you looked at my face in the Relatively Journalizing banner, what exactly I looked like as a baby.
Well, here I am, baseball outfit and all. It's funny, see, I've never really liked baseball in my whole life aside from Super Bases Loaded for the Super Nintendo. Could be because, as an only child, throwing the ball up in the air and trying to hit it when it comes down — then using ghost men to round the bases because you are up next to bat — gets old pretty fast.