Man, is being a kid the cat's pajamas or what? Growing up is for suckers. I was thinking about that while I was at the Brewers game on Wednesday. I ended up sitting next to some 12 year old Twins fan who was there with his parents just gobbling up Lemon Ice's and Crack Jacks like it was his profession. All the while in the back of his head thinking about how he has to get up and watch cartoons tomorrow, then ride his bike for like 16 hours and cap it off with some video games before bed. Meanwhile I keep on looking at the giant clock in right field thinking "aw man, it's like 10:15 already?! I'm going to miss the weather forecast on the news and I've got to work tomorrow, my pre-bed reading time is shot already, let's get this thing moving!" Hell I didn't even really know it was summer until like 3 days ago when I was driving on my lunch break and saw kids all over the place skateboarding and biking and laughing (at me presumably). Back when you were 12 you had a mental countdown to summer break starting in January.

Anyway the good news is there are plenty of sports distractions coming up this weekend to avoid doing things like yard work*. The Brewers revival tour continues tonight, then USA World Cup soccer tomorrow afternoon, more Brewers baseball once that match is over and a second consecutive sweep to be wrapped up on Sunday! This is reason #32432 why soccer is slowly becoming my favorite sport. Already it makes it socially acceptable to drink at 9am, it also gives me an excuse to play Hulk Hogan's Real American on the air after wins, and now you can tack on that it allows you to blow of responsibility on Saturday afternoons. Like how can I be expected to mow the lawn when my country is fighting for their soccer lives? What am I a terrorist? Pfft. So yeah, I'll be tuning in. It's my patriotic duty. So slot in some serious HDTV time inbetween ice pops and play up there, it's going to be a full slate! Bonus word: soccer.

*Also at what point when you become a big kid do you start looking at weekend weather forecasts differently? Like I've gone from getting amped to grill out, drink beer, and playing some bocce ball to getting amped up about pruning the trees in my yard, edging, and cleaning my gutters. It's at the point where I pray for rain. Even just a chance of it. "Welp there's a 20% chance of rain today, I don't want start a project only to have it start raining. Better just continue watching this Jersey Shore marathon for the next 8 hours."

PS: I'm pretty sure I'd be the first overall pick if there was ever a bocce ball draft. For whatever reason my brain can calculate the exact speed and strength I need to put on each ball to basically land on the jack. Sure I can't find my way home from work without mapquesting it, but at least my brain can figure out something productive/totally useless.