we've just finished a blast of an opening weekend. the weather was beautiful - 70s and sunny for all three games - and we got almost 9,000 people in the park over the three games. bear in mind, a team like us usually draws two-thirds of our crowd in the second half of the season, and we averaged about 2,900 last year, so this is a real nice start.

friday night was the opener, and a post-game fireworks (which is what brings out the people). we had sold about 1,600 tickets at 10:30 on friday morning. our attendance was 3,968, which is a mega-walkup. i mean, a mega mega walkup.

in baseball, there are two days of the week: every day, and sunday. sunday games are in the afternoon; you're at the yard until 11 on non-sundays. today is sunday, and it's been a very good one. i was at the yard at 9:45, out of the yard by 5:30. and then i sat for a while. watched the last 40 minutes of 60 minutes (but missed the report on the 'controversial practice of parents serving alcohol at home to prevent their children from driving drunk,' which i think would have been fascinating.) i did see the report on the private aircraft that will come available in the next 15 years, and i'm scared. i also saw andy bitch about tax law. and some interview with a miami herald columnist who writes novels about the degradation that is florida. i think i'll find out who he is, and read one or two. then i'll report back.

and i've been on the phone all night. brother dave, who, if all goes well, is soon to be a milwaukee mailman. (awesome.) the boy, who watched arrested development and really liked the gob-franklin recording studio scene too. ("it's so tough to be brown..." / "i got all those kids running around town...") and i talked to my grandma, who turned down the volume on desperate housewives to talk to me, and i also talked to my parents, who called me back when despearte housewives ended. my brother named his dog buster, but i don't think he was named after everybody's favorite prosthetic-hand-wearing tv character.

the main topic of conversation with the parents was the use of a car when i'm nearby this week. noon game wednesday. then a night in the city with the gurs-i-nator.

i've been wearing out my digital copy of the new hot hot heat record lately. i think that means i'm officially a poser. or perhaps just a really really cool longhaired 13-year-old.