Saturday night. I forgot how depressing it is to work Saturday nights. If I wasn't working, I'd be somewhere up north driving Frank's pilot across the Bay Bridge or something. Or eating sushi in Pasadena with Mel, Dee, and David. Instead I had to act mildly entertained while Scott kicked my ass 28-6 at Madden 2004. I did get to watch the World Series, and it was pretty damn exciting. So, I had two reminders that while winning is nice, it's the hard-fought battles that you gain from and remember the most.

Where is that black Integ?