Got up early a couple of days ago and decided to hit the road for wherever it took me. And it did a great job (as you can see from the route and elevation — I intentionally avoided hills). I can’t blame the road for my blasé feeling as I was on the final stretch home. But that was overcome by my first sunrise of the year. It’s coming just after 5:30 nowadays, and that just means mornings that are a little bit warmer and a little bit more beautiful.
So the sunrise gives me a bit of hope and lifts my spirits. I’m actually looking forward to tomorrow’s long ride, although it’s supposed to rain. I’ve got fenders. And it’ll be a little warmer than last week. We really are entering the best season for riding until the summer heat hits, and setting up by 5 AM is always helpful. Keeps me out of the worst of it, and gets me home in time that Micha doesn’t have to spend another full day at home alone.
Tomorrow’s ride will be around 70. After two fairly brutal Saturdays, I’m going flat with this one. A few rolling hills, but less than 2,000 feet of overall elevation. And I’m really looking forward to it.
Baseball season has been at it for about a month, and after a bit of a shaky start, the Brewers have been hot. Of course, they’ve played three of the worst teams in the league, but still. It’s great to see my favorite player, Christian Yelich, coming back to form. After drilling the ball right at people for the first couple of weeks, he’s hitting the ball where they ain’t right now. He was 3 for 5 in today’s game against the Reds, just a triple shy of the cycle. I remember a few years ago when he had two cycles within about a month of each other. Waiting for that again, but I don’t want to get greedy.
One thing I’ve notice a lot this year — the umpiring behind the plate has been consistently suspect. I don’t know if these guys have some kind of instructions about the strike zone that they’re using, but I am seeing bad calls nearly every inning of every game I’ve watched. Balls that are obviously outside of the strike zone being called strikes, while others that are clearly in the zone being called balls. I can only speculate that the umps are secretly lobbying for robot umping for strike zones, so they’re showing just how bad it is to have a real live person back there.
It’s a little early, but somebody’s got a birthday coming up. Ten years old on May 18th, and we’ve had her for about nine and a half of those years. She’s meant a lot to us, even if she doesn’t see eye to eye with momma all of the time. Anyway, and although I’m sure I’ll mention it again soon enough, Happy Birthday Sommie.
Great to watch baseball But not with a bad strike zone Hey ump, let them hit
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