That was a sad attempt at being cajun…well, typing cajun. What a weekend…spent the most of it talking to a friend up north online, and working on Biochem. Argh, I say. It’s been rough in the world these last few days. I fear that our Holy Father is on his last leg…Inserting a tube into one’s throat for breathing purposes is never a good sign. As is beinging in the hospitol twice in such a short period. I knew I would live to see the election of a new pope, but I don’t want to have to morn the last…

The Chicago Connection, the Mad Greek, hooked me up with some wicked Cubs tickets. The Friday afternoon game in June with the BoSox…which means I’ll have to spend the WHOLE WEEKEND in Chicago. Also, bleacher tickets for the game where they are retiring Ryno’s Number to the flag pole. That game is going to make me cry. That man was and is one of my heros. If I had the talent and skill to play baseball, I would have been a second baseman with just a bit of power and great feet. When I go to spring training next year, I will get his autograph and picture…This I vow.

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