Friday Afternoon

It's Friday and I'm at work. I'm in a data room where my only job is to eat free food, screw around on the internet, and keep accountants from stealing things. Tomorrow I've got a big day planned. I'm playing golf in the AM, hopefully around 7 or 8. That's the best time of day to hit the links. Not only do you feel productive when you get something done before noon, but you can also get shithouse-drunk before most people even get out of bed. After that, I'm going to the Giants game at 1. They're playing the Cardinals so the loss should fall somewhere between disheartening and humiliating, but nothing beats a day game in baseball. Sitting under the warm sun, pounding cold beer, and hurling slurred insults at the opposing players while spitting all over the fans in front of you and trying to keep from vomiting until after the seventh inning stretch is one of the great joys God has given to man.