Waiting for the first pitch

So I have this relationship...this long-distance relationship...this deep and ever deepening relationship with an incredible woman (side note: although I'm a month from turning 29, which is 13 months from being 30...ugh...I still find it interesting how my first instinct is to refere to a female as a girl unless she's close to being as old as my parents or older){side side note: I'm ADD and it will show...so if quick subject changes and frequent side notes are annoying to you...tough shyte...leave}...back to my story...an incredible woman who stimulates me, encourages me, challenges me, cares for me, makes me laugh...all that gooey ishy vomity stuff that a woman should make a man feel. I can't wait to meet her.

So The Carter and The Nightstick are going out this weekend. It won't be a true contest because Mini-Carter will be with us...we're either going to the Stars game or the Rangers game. But after, well...the little one gets to go to his grandparents' and then...well...game on. So stay tuned the much anticipated first episode of The Carter vs The Nightstick.

Its lunchtime and my grandmother tells me I'm too skinny...so I'm gonna go eat.

Remember...if the pitcher tries to brush you off the plate, you can always charge the mound...just don't be an idiot and let the pitcher get you in a headlock...spit in his eyes first...then he can't see...and you can't hit what you can't see.