This collection of entries is from July 24, 2004.
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So, the zombies shuffle-off to the park for a baseball game. As has been our luck all damn year, it's late in July and the temperature is 68 degrees and it's windy. In other words, cold and uncomfortable.
I don't feel great about Schoeneweis as a starter. I still don't think he's as solid as we need. His 6 innings of work had 3 walks, only one strikeout, 8 hits and 5 runs. The tigers had this in their pocket by the 4th. It was 6-2 in the top of the 7th, but it was 6-5 at the bottom, and we tied it up in the 8th.
In the 9th, Joe Crede hits a walk-off homerun, something I didn't think we'd see tonight. The crowd of 38,055 - another sellout - went nuts.
Tigers - 4 homers, 10 hits
(Boxscore)
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Carol and I are exhausted. We're zombies. We're barely communicating as we shuffle around the house. Indy, on the other hand, is happy that we're home. We slept hard and deep with weird-ass dreams... and I'll bet we'll fall asleep once or twice before we go to the baseball game tonight....
I thought that a Vacation was supposed to rejuvenate, reinvigorate? Well, I guess it did, but what the hell happened to make us feel like this?