Then we got up Saturday and drove over to Jefferson City for my dad's 89th birthday and some farm time. Pablo got down with his cousin KC, chasin' voles, chewin' antlers, and rollin' in stuff.
Baseball starts tomorrow. I'm more excited about being in KC to see a lot of games with my friends and family than I am about the goofy expectations heaped on this pretty solid baseball team. I think to beat last year's 86-win season, the offensive production will have to be vastly improved. I don't think the pitching has improved. I would love for them to make the playoffs but I don't quite expect that they will. I am keeping my expectations low and hope to enjoy the ride and hope they do too.