Apropos of Nothing

In addition to my packed weekend on winning game after game, I proceeded to destroy my phone. Or should I say my old phone! My phone got soaking wet due to a ridiculous downpour that literally hurt it was raining so hard. In my failed attempt to dry my phone at an accelerated pace, I foolishly place my phone on a light bulb, which was hot enough to literally melt the screen. So, dumb me broke my phone. I jumped at the opportunity to get a new phone and no longer be ashamed at my vintage 2002 technology (ok, I was not ashamed, far from it actually). I went to a local Verizon store and purchased a LG EnV2. It is a sweet phone with a full keyboard to make texting really quick and easy. I really like it!

First, I would like to apologize for the large gap between this post and my last update. November has been an unforgiving month and with plenty of challenges. Not long after my thumb was removed from its cast (roughly 9 days) I re-injured my back fairly badly; to the point where I could not stand up straight for nearly two whole days in a three day period. The injury occurred on the Monday morning that started my academic hell week. I was in severe pain through Wednesday night. That week I had two mid-terms, a project and a ten page paper all due, as well as, another mid-term and paper due the following Monday. Quite a lot to be done in an eight day period. But of course it gets better. Not only did I take both exams in major pain (the doctor said, and I agree, that sitting for long periods of time would be the most painful task), but I also have supervisor training for work that Friday night from 5-9pm (in addition to my normal 15 hour work week). But that's not all! I al...

I know its been a few days since my Dad and I went to Game 5 [Part 2] of the World Series at Citizens Bank Park on Wednesday, but I will remember it like it was yesterday for years to come! The atmosphere of the stadium was absolutely remarkable even before the game officially started! Everyone stood through the entire game; offense, defense, between innings, it just didn't matter. Every time a Ray would step up to the plate the park roared for a strike-out. So help you ears if the batter had two strikes. You literally couldn't hear anything but nearly 46,000 Phillies fan screaming! And the same goes for every pitch delivered at a Phillies batter. Screams, yells, cheers, chants, clapping, stomping, whistles, you name it and it was being done at 110% of every person in the ball park! Honestly, I found it difficult to scream/yell/cheer when we were batting, because the game was so close I wanted to hold my breath more than anything but I knew my duty at the time was to che...