Sorry for the long layoff, folks. I’ve been traveling in our four weeks off, during which I managed to see Cork, Galway, the Aran Islands, Belfast, Dublin, London, Leominster Spa, Glasgow, Barcelona, Pamplona, and Bayonne. Which one of these is not like the others? In Pamplona, I managed to run with the bulls without being […]
Sorry for the long layoff, folks. I’ve been traveling in our four weeks off, during which I managed to see Cork, Galway, the Aran Islands, Belfast, Dublin, London, Leominster Spa, Glasgow, Barcelona, Pamplona, and Bayonne. Which one of these is not like the others?
In Pamplona, I managed to run with the bulls without being gored, which all in all, puts me ahead of the game, I think. I’m going to try to get around to posting a few of my more interesting adventures, but I am running out of time at this internet cafe and I’ve got to scoot.
Back to baseball: the particularities of the French baseball schedule had us taking four weeks off from 6/25 to 7/23, when we play a single doubleheader at La Guerche, and then take another four weeks off before the end of the season and tournament. Unorthodox, to say the least. In any case, the big news is that tomorrow at practice, I’m going to actually try to throw normally for the first time since, uh, April 2nd. If my elbow doesn’t feel like it’s been placed under Goldfinger’s Laser, then I might try to let ‘er rip on Sunday against the Hawks. If it does, well, looks like some more awkward dart-throwing for me.
Hugs and handpounds,
ev