yesterday, kickball was the usual blast. it really ends up being the high point of the week. even though it was the hottest kickball day of the year, everyone had a lot of fun. my cousin steve showed up and stepped up to be a true player for his debut. much beer was consumed, more shit was talked, but in the end, my team ended up winning. it's never a bad thing to be on the winning team. steve ended up cutting out after the game, so i opted to head home and hop directly into the shower.

after a nice, refreshing shower, i dove right back into the sopranos season two dvds. i only have one disc left and then i'm totally done with it. it's kinda sad to think of it that way.

speaking of cousins, it seems like brad from life during wartime has finally returned and started a new blog, called work of fiction. i ribbed him last week about whether two posts actually constituted a return, but it looks like he's been kickin' them out, lately. now if only we could get paul back into the game…