Today is day 2 of the unofficial holiday that is now known as the Clairextravaganza (I just coined that term). In more simpler words, it’s the First Lady’s birthday weekend. Unfortunately (depending on how you or others feel about my presence) for her, I won’t be able to hang out with her on this glorious day. I will be attending my annual fantasy baseball draft. Shameful I know, but I do plan on making it up to her.
By examining this situation, this scheduling snafu might be beneficial for the First Lady in the long run. If I were to ask for a show of hands to who thinks she would rather spend time with young N8 then hear me ramble on about who holds the contracts to make flags for the province of Ontario, the results would be overwhelming in spending time away from me. (Editor note: A verbose debate was held this morning in our household and we collectively came to the conclusion that we would agree to not agree on this topic)
That brings me to the task hand, preparing for the fantasy baseball draft. For the better part of the week I’ve been going over my drafting strategy. I have even bumped up this year’s operation by organizing my notes and stats into a binder. In a weird way I owe my franchise’s new found organizational skills to First Lady. It’s my hypothesis that I have picked up (probably too few) some basic sports information organizational skills from her through osmosis. Yes a ridiculous notion, but it’s my blog so I’m sticking to it.
I’m toying with the notion of doing a running commentary on today’s dealings, but I’ll have to see how many adult bevvy’s I partake in. Wish me luck.