A couple of friends of ours who also happen to be neighbors are in LA for the weekend and asked me to feed their kittycats until they get back tomorrow.

I just went up there in the car (it’s five blocks away, but those five blocks are all extremely steep, each one steeper than the last; calf-killingly steep) and on the way I listened to a bit of the MLB channel on satellite radio. I didn’t realize this, but in the off-season they replay classic ballgames.

At first I was pleased to hear this. I miss the baseball. However, before I had even pulled out of the garage, I realized with growing horror that the game being re-broadcast was Game 6 of the 2002 World Series. Also known as the most painful Giants game since I became a baseball fan. The game that the Giants had in hand, leading 4-0 in the 7th inning. The game they blew because Dusty got cocky.

They could have won the World Series that night. Ugh.

I listened anyway, just to a couple of at-bats by guys who no longer play for SF: Aurilia (yay) and Kent (boo).

And that is why I still hate The The Angels Angels of Anaheim and why I savored their crushing defeat at the hands of the White Sox, and in fact still enjoy each and every loss they endure. Why it would have killed me to see Konerko put on their uniform.

Anyway. Today was productive and sunshiny. Did most of my house chores and went out for a walk and a coffee. Now I’m going to watch some Ralph Fiennes on Actor’s Studio in my pjs.