I just drunk-bought (does the expression even exist?) tickets to see our baseball team play at the end of the month. B. is laughing like crazy over this one: drunk and all, I figured out how to get the best possible price: $30 for two tickets (all the extra charges included), instead of $48 through Ticketmaster, full price. I'm very proud of myself. I bought 2 tickets, it's a night game (so I won't bake under the sun like the other day), and I don't even have a conflicting schedule. I fell like a real Midwestern. The only thing I'm lacking is a shirt from the team. I promise to buy it if they win the World Series (not a chance). Besides that, I am a proud representative of my city.
On that note, I am writing a rant against the ass**le snob of Thomas Frank and his article in The Baffler. I promise to publish it Monday or Tuesday. But it's been a long time since I've read such a lazy piece of fluff. David Brooks can write better than that, and that's saying a lot.