Never give up. Never surrender.

San Francisco Giants: 5
Atlanta Braves: 4 (in 13 innings)

When this game started, I was somewhere in San Joaquin County driving a truck. When it ended I was home, had eaten dinner, and was on my second beer. This team never gives up. Not after getting owned by Tim Hudson for most of the game. Not after falling behind 3-0. Not facing a 4-2 deficit in the 9th. Not even after letting the Braves load the bases in extra innings. They just kept plugging and plugging until something worked.

What worked was Juan Uribe getting a single, moving to third on a steal and throwing error, and then scoring when Aaron Rowand knocked a single with two outs that required him to race down the line and dive into first base to beat the throw. That was your ball game!

This team finds the will and way to win. I love it! 4-0, baby!

GO GIANTS!!!

Feel free to call me crazy.

I may have, at 43, finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up.

A lawyer.

No idea what kind of law I'd practice (or who would even hire a rookie shyster north of fifty) but I've been reading some materials related to Brown v. Board of Education and realize that I love the feel of the law. It's a lot like debate, creating a logical argument backed up by evidence, and setting it against your opponent's arguments and evidence. I like the weight of precedent, the authority of the Constitution, and the idea of the body of law changing and growing with society.

I will also freely admit that a career that doesn't involve 11 hour days spent in a truck is also appealing at this juncture in my life. And I've always wanted a snazzy briefcase.

No idea how to even start. I suppose digging out Kiri's ACT and SAT prep stuff to start getting ready to take those for the first time in my life would be a wise move.

This may just be my insomnia talking, but yeah. The subject has always fascinated me.