Daily Log of a Fresh-faced College Graduate
May 7, 2013

We pay a heavy price for skipping San Antonio back in the early part of April.  Not our fault we didn’t want to wait.  It takes us two very full days of driving into the evening hours just to get to San Antonio, which is still two hours north of Laredo.

Early in the first day, I buy a link code to American Baseball Perspective and do a search for Ernesto Álvarez.  It’s bothering me, you see?  It’s been days since I heard a deal might be in the works, but nothing has come about and I’m worried.  It only takes a few minutes to find the first article, the one that says Álvarez tore ligaments in his ankle and is out for the season.

Ain’t that a kick in the softies?

I stew about this through Lamar.  Don-o picks up that I’m… uh… peevish.  “What’s the freakin’ matter?”

“It’s nothing.”  But Don-o’s bored and he’s not having none of it.  He picks at me like I’m a scab until I let him know of the scout and the deal.

“You believed a dude you met in a bar?”

“He seemed like he knew what he was talkin’ about.”

Don-o laughs like only he can.

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Note to ownership:  When you name a team after a city, you really should put the team in that city.

My mom once made me watch Lawrence of Arabia because she loved the film, though I think it’s mostly because she loved the Lawrence guy’s bright blue eyes.  It’s a hella long film, and only interesting when they get to blowing up trains and stuff.

The two hours from San Antonio to Laredo are like watching Lawrence of Arabia eight times.