Pizza is finger food

The off-season was made for re-connecting, I'd dare say.  During the season, you submerge yourself entirely in baseball.  Once the season ends, you come back up for air and hear about all that has happened in your friends' and family members' lives.

In previous off-seasons, I've traveled southeast and northeast.  This year, I'm in the midwest, visiting friends in Chicago (after previously going back to Maryland near the end of 2011).

Deep-dish pizza tonight, man.  Oh yes.  I'll have you know that I showed my Eastern roots -- I was the only one to eat my pizza without silverware.

Current reading material:  The Prevalence of Nonsense and Ernie Harwell's The Babe Signed My Shoe.


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