Awful sorry for the lack of updates. It’s been a long, frustrating, exhausting week. When I woke up on Wednesday it felt like it should already have been Friday. But I think we’re finally turning a corner.

Tuesday I went out to dinner with my dad. He suggested Bickford’s, and I’m always up for breakfast for dinner, so I said sure. We get there and I’m looking over the menu and see “The Big Apple,” which looks like a pancake/apple combo. I like pancakes, I like apples, so I’m all for it. There was a little note saying “Takes a little longer, but well worth the time.” But it was 8:00 and the place was empty, so I thought it wouldn’t be a long wait.

So I order. And we wait. And wait. Other people come in, order food, and get served before us. “You’re really holding things up,” my dad quips. And after about 45 minutes, the waitress comes out with my dad’s omelet and my meal. This thing was enormous, a huge mound of bread, spilling over the plate. It looked like an apple tire. I get to work but it’s like bailing out the ocean—I’m just not making any progress. I finally tap out and ask for a doggy bag (a rarity, believe me). So be warned: the Big Apple is big.

Sawks finally broke the losing streak last night despite the best efforts of Byung-Hyun Kim, who was charged with a run in every inning he pitched. Great moment in the third as the Sox took the lead back, leading the announcers to comment that Kim had to shut the Indians down this inning. And of course, on the next pitch Kim plonks a batter. Give Bronson Arroyo that fifth starting spot.

I leave with this quote from Tommy Lasorda, arguing with an umpire:

Tommy: Can you toss me for what I think?
Ump: No.
Tommy: Well, I think you're an asshole.