horizon_greene | Oh sports.

My mom is doing better today. She's up and moving around, and told me she'd "eaten half a piece of toast!" like it was a major accomplishment. She still sounds so tired, but needless to say I'm relieved that she's improving.

---

Meanwhile, Rafa :(

---

I had about a dozen people over today to watch the Cardinals season opener. It was pretty crowded and pretty crazy, but it was so much fun. I put together this ridiculous contraption to warm up corn tortillas that involved a baking sheet, metal rack, two layers of kitchen towels, and a bunch of aluminum foil. It was intense, but it worked! Meanwhile, there were camping chairs shoved in every available space, a huge cooler on wheels in the corner, and an extension cord powering a deep fryer out on the balcony. Out of that deep fryer came the most amazing hot wings. One of Ryan's friends made them, and it makes me want to try it myself one of these days.

The game itself was a super-hot mess, so bad that Larry sprinted down the tunnel as soon as it was over, but we had lots of beer so we were somewhat numb to it. I still have a lot of beer left in the fridge, actually—at least three six-packs, if not more. I guess it's a good excuse to throw more parties.

---

Since my sports fandoms were so depressing today, can I share my favorite segment of Wayne's Behind the Music? He shoots himself in the chest, sucks on lemons, invents "bling", and has crazy, scary, end-of-the-world eyes. I particularly love 3:36–3:48 and 6:56–7:18. How is this even real.

Can I also mention that he was a beautiful child? All bright eyes and round cheeks.