Yesterday, I had over 8 hours of editing/punctuation lectures and labs. Then I returned to the apartment with a semi-lengthy homework assignment, and the residual boredom from 8 hours of editing/punctuation lectures and labs had me suddenly and violently knocked unconscious by 11:30.

However, before succumbing to sleep, with my last ounce of strength I managed to check the Dodgers/Rockies score. Dodgers 0, Rockies 4 in the eighth. Good. I could rest easy knowing I wasn't missing out on anything (Even if it meant watching the "gamecast" on my computer. I know, pathetic.)

Oh well...you know where this is going. I wake up, check the scores, and sure enough all hell broke loose the minute I fell asleep. Milton Bradley went Incredible-Hulk when a fan threw a bottle on the field, after Milton apparently tried a stupid basket catch which cost the Dodgers two runs. Milton charged the right field wall yelling and screaming at Dodger fans, Steve Finley had to tackle him, the ump ejected him, he could be out for the rest of the regular season, it puts a dilemma to owner Frank McCourt about bringing him back, and oh, yeah - the Dodgers came back to win 5-4 with a bottom of the ninth rally. (Small detail.)

[anger slowly rising. face getting red. hands shaking.]

I have a lot of moments when I'm so stoked to be in Chicago. This is not one of them.