Baseball game last night. Was fun. Hot as hell below but very merry. Literally nail-bitingly, sitting-on-the-edge-of-your-seat-ed-ly exciting toward the end. Yankees lost, heart-breakingly, in the bottom of the ninth. The O's are still big losers (and their fans are big gloaters) but I will say that they're a scrappy little team and the Y's were definitely not in peak form. Have gone to four baseball games now, have yet to see them win or any starting pitcher other than Fake Yankee with Bad Anger-Management Skills Roger Clemens, but am not complaining. Yelled a lot. Watched a sunburned bald guy whack another sunburned bald guy with a plastic Budweiser bottle when fighting over a foul ball. Am tired. Quite. Baseball is lovely.