dammit. it's 430 in the morning, i just got back from the road trip, and i somehow managed to crack my right contact lens. that's 160 bucks down the tube. dammit.

we had three separate bench-clearing situations in tonight's game. it started in early june, when a player launched a few extra-base hits against our starter. our starter hit him thursday. their starter threw behind one of our guys friday. nothing really happened saturday. today, things happened. after they hit a home run, the next batter was hit. benches cleared. no punches thrown. pitcher and hitter - who started to charge - are tossed. no punches. next inning, home run guy came up again. he got hit. benches cleared. top of the eighth, a fastball sails over our guys head. tensions raise, but nobody leaves the bench. ninth inning. fastball hits our catcher in the front shoulder. our manager argues that the pitcher should be tossed. [he should have.] manager gets ejected. our hitting coach, coaching at first, comes toward the plate. apparently says something to the pitcher. pitcher pretends to fire a fastball at our coach. benches really clear. nobody throws a punch, a few more players get ejected.

i blasted - really blasted - our hitting coach. "he's got to be the adult," i believe i said. i was pretty pissed - at our hitting coach, at the umpires who took no control, at the opponent for throwing - twice - at us. our team insists that nobody was intentionally hit tonight...i can't believe it - the timing was too perfect.

i should sleep. alarm goes off at 915.

can you believe big papi is the leading vote-getter? how about that!

i'm erasing the ghost story, an idea hatched this time on friday night/sat. morning. let us never speak of it again.