I hate Monday a little less after this weekend. Two consecutive walk-off wins by my Oakland Athletics put a little pep in my step this morning.
I didn’t feel like taking a bat to my clock radio when the alarm went off (yes… I still have one), I didn’t dread my morning jog (it’s really a walk, a very, slow walk), and I even managed to convince myself that my bran muffin tasted like actual food.
Okay, that last one was a stretch. The muffin tasted like crap, but today, it doesn’t matter because the green and gold (we know it’s yellow, but we say gold) are flying high!