Chicken, baseball, and what is that?

I ate a chicken sandwich yesterday and thought I would be sick. It wasn't because the chicken was bad; I think any other time I would have found it quite tasty, but at that point in time the texture of meat in my mouth was the most unsettling feeling. I didn't finish the sandwich. Still today I can't imagine biting into chicken...I hope that goes away...I don't think I'd be a very good vegetarian.

Went to a baseball game with my brother, his girlfriend, and his friend yesterday. It was cool. Tommy Lasorta (some famous baseball something or other that was a manager of the Dodgers maybe?-I'm so knowledgeable in baseball) was there. He spoke before the game and then signed autographs throughout out it. It was a perfect game? (I don't know if it was pitched by just one person though...) but anyways, no steals and no hits I guess is what makes it perfect...well we won, I know that. 10 to 0.

The mascot for Columbus' baseball team is the catfish...a blue catfish. Come to think of it, our hockey team's mascot, a cottonmouth, is blue too. Weird. At any rate, there was someone in a mascot uniform being the blue catfish, only it was a furry costume; he just looked like Cookie Monster on crack. At one point he started chasing this kid. Poor kid; I would have had a heartattack. Oh, Columbus.