Addicted

Sorry for not posting sooner, but I started reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn on Sunday (which I'd never read before), and I literally can't put it down. I'm so tied up in turn-of-the-century Brooklyn that I've barely been able to concentrate on my work during the past two days, and I had to force myself out of my apartment last night to go to my little brother's baseball game.

And speaking of my brother's baseball game, can I just say that, having grown up in a fairly baseball-free environment, I find it very disconcerting when my dad yells various comments about "stroking it" to the middle school-aged players. Like, "Way to stroke it, Joey!" I know that's probably a normal thing to yell to a baseball player, but all I can think about is Clarence Carter. I be strokin'.

Clarence Carter's classic song lyrics and my father's voice do not need to be in my head at the same time.

I did, however, love it when he yelled "where's Ray Charles when you need him" to the umpire. You tell 'em, Pops! Forget the game, I think heckling should be a sport.

After the game was over at 9:30, I raced back home and read 'til I couldn't stay awake any longer. Now I'm anxiously awaiting the end of the work day so I can go home and finish reading about Francie Nolan!