I'm sportsed out. I have no idea why the Spurs reverted back to 2002 form after playing so well in the first two games, but hey, the Astros are tearing up the National League, so maybe the winningest team in Major League history to never play in the World Series can finally break the jinx.
Went to SeaWorld today. Am suitably exhausted. Lisa broke in a new bikini and did it proud. Calista got drenched by the killer whales and everyone rode a bunch of kiddie rides, saw the hilariously cornball "Haunted Lighthouse in 4-D" (water squirts viewers, the seats vibrate and suggestive wind blows at suggestive times). Converted tickets to season passes afterwards, and plan on returning eventually to enjoy the attractions we didn't make this time around, like the penguin house and water ski show. Yep, we're a right proper bunch of yokel tourists. At least no one brought along a fishing pole to try and catch Shamu like Granny did in that episode of The Beverley Hillbillies.
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