This Side of Lost

I watched my first Twins game of the year yesterday -- they were on ESPN, so even the little sports bars in southern Indiana could get it. And I was more than pleased. Even lacking our starting first baseman and shortstop, and with John Corbett playing catcher, the Twins held off the surprisingly decent-looking White Sox squad and won 5-2. And my man, Johan Santana, was in fine form, striking out 11, including three in one inning. It is such a rush to watch this guy when his pitches are working and making everyone look idiotic. Add a Torii Hunter three-run homer and you've got an awesome game.

Thanks to this and Sinden's recent take on baseball, I've got the seventh inning stretch theme song stuck in my head. Sigh. In other news:

• Samantha and I saw The Magic Flute on Friday, the last opera of the season (tear!). It was fabulous, as predicted. Except for it being sung in English. But the undergrad playing Tamino was fantastic, and everyone was certainly up to snuff. My only issue? Trying not to snicker during the Queen of the Night's aria, because Florence Foster Jenkins' version was playing over and over in my head... *cringe*
• Oh, yeah. We got sushi again before the opera. Tradition? I think so. This time, it was at Sushi Bar, which is also an improvement over Asuka. Mmmmmmmmm.
• Beautiful, beautiful weather over the weekend. We just had to get out and play. Wiffleball was a success on Saturday afternoon, and I rollerbladed up to campus yesterday. I can't wait until summer.
• I had a wonderful meal after church on Sunday. This isn't surprising, considering the student lunches at church are always of high quality (especially because they're free), but this one was actually at the cooks' house, south of town. It was perfect -- sitting on their screened-in porch, with a soft breeze, eating baked beans and mashed potatoes, discussing things of a silly and/or serious nature. So, so good.
• I talk about food a lot. Is this normal? Like, I could make three more comments about the food I've eaten in the past four days. But I won't.
• Except, don't get chicken fingers at Yogi's. They were rubbery and tasted burnt.

That is all. Back to checking baseball sites -- err, work. Yeah, that's it. Peace!