In Which Your Humble Blogger could live for a month without a new episode of his soap, but couldn’t make it to lunch without a nice, juicy justification.
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t see this one six months ago like the rest of you did, sorry about that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thought he posted this back on Saturday, but it looks like that didn’t happen. Still, last night’s game was a excellent example of the folly of trusting momentum.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes home again, even though everyone knows you can’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is looking forward to July 2013. Oddly enough, YHB’s Best Reader is looking forward to all the time in between now and July 2013.
In Which Your Humble Blogger stays up late, but not late enough.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hasn’t been this exciting about a sporting event since… well, you can probably guess.
In Which all that is solid melts into air, damn it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t talk about England’s easy victory today, or their excellent performance in the Australia ODI series, but about a videogame.
In Which Your Humble Blogger downplays for rhetorical effect how much he really likes some of the other punk bands, but that would totally take away from my point.