100 Wins for Matt Cain
In Which Your Humble Blogger really does not want to estimate the chances of Matt Moore getting to a hundred wins.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really does not want to estimate the chances of Matt Moore getting to a hundred wins.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes that the panicky part is over.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that a surprise convention appearance by Beyonce would be the most awesome, but is still kinda rooting for DMC at the DNC.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sprinkles some powder of perlimpinpin on the script, and pouf! Three thousand words disappear.
In Which Your Humble Blogger muses a little on what he is trying to do.
In Which Your Humble Blogger used to think that everyone was a moron and a grifter, but realized at some point that most people are actually pretty clever and pretty decent.
In Which Your Humble Blogger totally has more than three weeks before we open. Way more. Lots more. Tons.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is cross and cranky, and doesn’t even begin to talk about the plagiarism thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger shares notes with you, my Gentle Readers.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to diminish expectations for what won’t happen whilst heightening appreciation for what is bound to.