So, I just got back from my one graduation party of the year. My boy, Hicky-nuts, the de facto head grad student of the department. Aside from the five hours of the drinking, it was sad. One doesn’t think of the people around them graduating…I suppose this is another sign of me getting older. It will be odd, not seeing him at the tailgates next fall, and listening to him bitch about the basketball team and how the Royals aren’t in it anymore. But, he is going to Chicago, and has got a good gig, so I am glad for him. Godspeed, Aaron C. Hinken, PhD, on your next step

On Wednesday, there was a softball game, if you could call it that. We played the other team from the Dalton. We ended up winning by mercy rule, 16-2. It was pretty rough to play. Their pitcher was new, but even when we started swinging at the first pitch, we were still hitting it to where they weren’t. I went 2-4, two singles, reached on an error, and struck out (DAMN IT!!). Two runs and one RBI. That brings the line to .428/.250/.821

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