Barb's Burblings

Taken out...again

My excitement for Opening Day must have seeped into my brain last night, because I had a dream last night that involved none other than Mr. Brian Roberts. He was really nice. Except that he was talking to me about some girl he was dating. Even in my dreams, guys only think of me as a friend. Well, it was still a nice dream. At least we seemed to be fairly close friends. So that's something. In, you know, dream world.

(And, and Dave, you were in there, too. I think Brian and I were at your office and I was telling him how you and a large group managed to pull some strings and get a table at a restaurant. He was impressed. And I introduced you guys. My dreams are just nonstop excitement.)

The game today was awesome. It was just so nice being back at Camden Yards. In a lot of ways, it didn't feel like it's been over 6 months since I was last there. It was very comfortable. Plus, the rain managed to hold off, miraculously. It's now pouring, but hey, the game was dry! And my boy made a fabulous comeback. Seriously, there is nothing not to love about him.

I'd be more gushy about this--I certainly was when I got home from the game (and day games are great; I'm loving being able to do stuff after getting home)--but I'm really tired after staying up late last night working. So right now I'm just trying to hold on until the 10 edition of SportsNite.