Posted by Steve
Alright. This may be my first ever non-baseball related post, but I figure they’ll happen from time to time. This blog is half-mine so I can do that if I want.
If you click on the title you will notice the time of this post. Well, it’s time for me to reveal a little about my life so far this summer, so you can better appreciate the context of this post. Basically, I graduated in May and have been, to this point, unsuccessful in landing a job.
The point of me telling you this is because since I’ve been unemployed this summer, I’ve been keeping some… non-traditional hours. In other words, staying up late and sleeping late. The reason I ask you to note the time of this post is because lately it’s been unusual for me to be up at 8:00. I’m not proud of it, but it’s the truth.
So anyways, about a 45 minutes ago I was awoken by something outside. Something outside that sounded like a giant man pounding a giant mallet on the ground right outside my house. My window and house was literally shaking. At a pace of about once per second the ground shakes, hence the title. Obviously my brother woke up as well. While I said I pictured a giant man with a giant mallet, his theory was a man on a giant pogo-stick type machine yelling “WHEEEEEEEEEE!” as he hopped around. Of course both of us mimicked our own interpretations of what was going on outside. Then maybe I thought it was just the world’s heartbeat.
Turns out it was none of those things, and it’s just construction workers breaking up the road right outside our front lawn with some newfangled destroying machine. A newfangled destroying machine, however, is an example of something it would take to wake me up at 8:00 this summer. So now I’m on here with bloodshot eyes and a headache.
Oh, and that Brewer game last night sucked. There. Baseball analysis.