An Epic Ballade of Texas

The last two weeks have been pretty mundane for me, so today I will simply whine about my recent physical deterioration: The cycle of pain began about a month ago when a friend asked me to fill in for a missing player on his softball team, and I happily obliged. I played second base, and there was a play where the opposing batter tried stretch for a double: I easily tagged him out, but he slid hard, and his cleat went straight into my left shin (I was wearing shorts). A bruise developed immediately. The following inning I myself was required to slide into second, which I accomplished successfully. Unfortunately, as I was still wearing shorts, I created a very nice scrape right on top of the fairly substantial bruise. Then just last Tuesday the same friend calls me up and asks me if I will substitute for a missing player on his softball team, and I happily oblige. Near the end of the game, I single, but the first-base coach insists that I go for two. I have built up a good...

Due to a number of factors, including my newfound proximity to a Burger King, as well as a generous gift of free Burger King coupons, I decided it would be a good idea to imitate Morgan Spurlock in Supersize Me , in that I would eat Burger King three meals a day for two weeks. I am happy to report that as I type this I am eating my very last BK breakfast. I have survived! One kind of ironic thing about the whole pursuit is that Burger King has always been my least favorite fast food restaurant in the world, and I had not eaten there for perhaps as long as three years. However, now that I have eaten here about 42 times, I can tell you that Burger King is definitely my least favorite fast food restaurant in the world. I wound up eating at four different BKs in two different states, and overall the buildings were clean and the service friendly. One kind of neat thing was that there were witty statements posted around the buildings and on the wrappers and containers, such as this one: ...