Yes, we went to the Giants' stadium last night and watched them beat the Dodgers 5-2. I think that was the final score. I was losing count towards the end, and just cheering for our guys. It was a hoot. We took Rachel's grandfather to the park and had a lot of fun. Good ol' American fun. A friend had a box where the picture above was taken. I ate all the chicken wings, sausage and popcorn I wanted. In a single event I negated every workout I had done for the last two weeks, possibly longer. Beer after beer after beer. Just an endless stream of delicious but relatively mild intoxication. I could look down and watch myself growing at the waist. I am like the national debt.