Last night was a beautiful, warm, summerish night, and the A's won again. Handily. C-man hit a giant bomb of a hit to left field. Unfortunately, it was mere inches foul and he got back up to the plate and struck out after running to third base before it was called foul. But the good news is he's hitting, and the new bat is working.
Harry and I went to the vet this morning. The vet was sick, so Harry went back home with some treats in his belly for our troubles. Nobody shoots Harry in the ass, Harry says. Nobody.
I know it's only Tuesday, but I'm really looking forward to the weekend.
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