Day 6

I think I'm going to die in Texas. Ok, not die but melt. I grew up without A/C in a smoggy suburb of Los Angeles, but that doesn't mean that I liked it. I didn't and don't. Still, I'll take 100 degrees over 10 degrees. Just drink a lot of bottled water/iced tea, right?

I picked up the bond this morning which I'll drop off with the lawyer tomorrow. I think everyone and his mother was out driving today, at least in Rocky River. I almost gave up and came home because my usual haunts were so crowded. People are fickle. It's not like all these people stop strip malls from dying.

The guys next door are still working on the house. They work on it almost every day and blast the radio. The radio doesn't bother me even though it's always on Mix 106.5, one of the sucky Clear Channel stations with no DJs but some pre-recorded idiot who announced the song and artist. It sounds like she's talking in a bathroom or something. I'll take the NPR stations or WKNR (ESPN Cleveland). I bet most of the broadcast radio stations in Dallas are in Spanish.

Wedgie still hasn't been fired. I don't think it matters at this point, and it really won't have an effect unless Shapiro is fired too. I'm not impressed by either of them. People have been saying that they should hire Grover. I'm usually skeptical when people go for the strategy of nostalgia (think: Gingrinch, Ken Griffey, Poison/Def Leppard Tour). Sure, Grover got a bum deal but so did Charlie Manuel. At least the Old Indians had an identity (hitting) and best double play combo (Vizquel, Alomar). This crappy team is just an unordered collection of 9 guys, all weakly typed.