Double Play

When another member of the faculty runs into your room right as sixth period is starting and he is suppose to waxing eloquent about the beauties of British Renaissance Lit. (or words or whatever he does over there), and whispers "do you want to go to the Phillies game tonight for $15?" you stop very suddenly and are forced to consider deep questions.

You stop and very quickly ponder the state of tomorrow's lessons, the piles of grading, the state of your soul, and what a lovely day it was outside and how you've been inside. And you say yes, and quickly dart off to frantically figure out that lesson about the Egyptian gods that has been stumping you all week (they are one complex bunch, let me tell you). And then you dismiss the children, shoving them into cars as fast as you can so you can finish printing that new quiz and writing assignment that will be substituting for real teaching third period tomorrow.

And then you go to the game, and it is dollar hotdog day, and it is lovely, and the Phillies win, and it is well.

And Wednesday ain't bad, either.