i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

[Hayes Carll -- "As Soon As I Learn Your Name"] 2MB, .mp3. The Hayes Carll set that I saw back in December turned up on archive.org this week, which is awesome, because it's way more enjoyable listening to this set at home than it was listening to it at the 506, by myself, one of five women in a crowd of large, scary, drunk dudes, on a night when the guy who owns the 506 wasn't there and the bartender we usually relied on for protection from scary dudes was having screaming fights with his girlfriend, who kept trying to put her hands in the opening band's bass player's pants. It was, uh. I will not be going to see Hayes Carll alone again, let's just say that. Which is a shame, because he's awesome, but I have rarely been that terrified by myself in a crowd out in the Triangle.

Anyway, this song is awesome, and you should listen to it. If you didn't want me to be a Red Sox fan and move to Arkansas, Hayes, I would totes be your girlfriend. But those things are kind of deal breakers, especially the Red Sox part. And the Arkansas part, actually.

It's that time of year where basically we live and eat and breathe and sleep college baseball here in the CH, and last night's UNC/UVA game sucked balls, let us never speak of it again. Also, I don't want Alabama in our regional, the Flacker's not allowed to hit walk-off bombs to save our butts anymore. Nobody but shep. cares about my feelings on these things, though, which is why I haven't composed an epic post about how Matt Harvey was replaced by a pod person in Boston and also seems to have shaved his hair into a mohawk for no apparent reason, but it's all making me feel genuine affection towards the Harv, and I just don't know how to cope with that. My life only makes sense when I hate Matt Harvey.

After a couple of days over the last two weeks where I was violently depressed by the state of my unemployment and my life in general, I am feeling tentatively optimistic about things the last few days, despite yesterday's third inning. Basically I'm pretty awesome and things'll work out, or they won't for a while and then they will. Plus Alabama's not really my problem. I mean, I can't pitch for shit or hit bombs, so, you know, it's not like I could really help the team out. I throw about 6 miles an hour. Canonically, I do not have a heater, and that's not going to do our pitching staff any good.