The Orioles provide me with free time, bad things happen. My family is forced to spend “quality” time with me. I become surprisingly productive at work. I go outside, and you know… get Vitamin D, or whatever. I know. Horrible, right?
The Orioles handing me free time also results in some of my most unfortunate creative pursuits. Like ruining songs. Or ruining poetry. Or over-planning the next year’s BEVys. Or pitching ideas that Scott mercifully shoots down because they are too terrible, even by our standards. So with that being said, I offer you the following, thanks to the Orioles threatening to give me more free time:
Well, I’m no Tolstoy, but it’s a start. I’m open to suggestions. Why are all of your friends sad?