In thinking about how to spend my last spring break (unless I go for a second grad degree*) next year, I was contemplating flying to Phoenix to watch Cleveland Indians Spring Training. I am seriously reconsidering these plans after hearing about the terrible effects of jet lag. If jet lag can make Hillary Clinton unable to tell the difference between a warm welcome from high-level dignitaries and a Port Kaituma Airstrip-esque fusillade of gunfire, I'm afraid to experience it for myself.
On a serious note, am I the only one sickened by the crap treatment our soldiers and veterans get these days? These people volunteer to fight and possibly die for us and we treat them like this?! or this?!?!
Think happy thoughts! Think happy thoughts! Like hockey, ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!
How about baseball? Ahhhhhhh! Much better! Hard to believe the Tribe's last ever Grapefruit League game is tomorrow. Actually, the coming weekend is pretty exciting. More about that in tomorrow's dispatch from The Woodchuck Hole.
Until then, remember that it's not really a bad day unless you're incarcerated, trapped in a war zone, in Hell, or reliving the '91 Tribe season in a Groundhog Day-style continuous loop (which I believe is several denominations' theological definition of Hell).
*Don't laugh, I'm competent enough in two other areas (outside of history) to at least consider pursuing Master's degrees in them.
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