Got home in time for my buddies to pick me up for tonight's outing to the Twins game. I almost feel bad for the White Sox, the Twins smacked them around so hard. After the Sox's starting pitcher left the game and was seen on the Jumbo-tron, sitting on the bench with his sweatshirt over his head while sock puppets sang and danced to "Hit the Road, Jack," it just seemed abusive. Funny, but abusive. The final score was 18-3 and it looked more like batting practice than a ball game toward the end.
And now I'm at work, with a quick flurry of activity but settling in for a long night as the only thing left to work on is a job due at noon on Monday. I am seriously unmotivated for this thing but it's small so I'll just pick at it for the next four hours or so and have it ready to go for the weekend crew.