Peace, Love, Baseball, Otters. The good things in life.

Well, Spring has sprung here in central Illinois, Christ has risen, and baseball season is upon us once again. On Sunday, our French roommate's Polish girlfriend hosted a lovely Easter brunch at our house, and we were all able to partake in a delicious smorgasborg of various sausage and egg based dishes, along with excellent whole wheat pierogis to boot. (I don't know if I've ever told you this before, but I friggin' love pierogis; any kind of dumplings actually; potstickers, gyoza, samosas. I have this belief that stuffing ground meat and vegetables - or potatoes, whatever - into a breadlike pocket is the fundamental sign of human culture. Indeed, I would go as far as to say that dumplings may be the missing ingredient to world peace.)

Right now I am sitting in our living room watching the San Francisco Giants play the Houston Astros. Not that I have any interest or investment in this game. But I do feel like there's something soothing and reassuring about having a baseball game on in the background while you're doing other things around the house. All-in-all, the game is not ideal for the medium of television, but at least it doesn't demand your attention the same way that basketball or football does. I think some people believe that that's why baseball is a maddeningly boring game, kinda like how I feel about golf and any press coverage of Tiger Woods, but I guess it's all just in how you approach das Spiel-an-sich.

Also, the nice thing about baseball right now is that the White Sox are undefeated, and that the Cubs are winless.



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