Back to the belly of the beast... Tiffanys. Only one cup of coffee. Weather iffy. game would be at 6.

Second cup of coffee lead to major car accident... not directly. Just did. Made me late for game and injured me. No usable data to be had from Monday.

Game tonight at 8. 8:30 breakfast... two eggs scrambled, hash browns, side of scrapple, rye bread not toasted. 2 cups black coffee. roughly 10 oz each.

Softball Practice Results

Went with a slight variation on the one that's been doing me the best so far... worked out ok.

20 oz, 1" ice, 2" French Vanilla cappuccino from that machine thing there, then topped it off with that Dark Roast or whatever.

Played 3rd base in the scrimmage, defense went well, only one error and a throw to first that pulled back up the first base line. Through the rotation I only had one fly ball in left that I ran in and caught without issue in foul territory, a grounder to second that was no issue, and a ground ball that came out to right center that I handled cleanly.

Would rate it out as hitting being average to slightly above average, defense above average, throwing below average, speed slightly below average, endurance below average, awareness above average.

So it begins...

Alright... here's the plan with this thing...

Between my Papa Shango/Marked for Death understanding of voodoo and my burgeoning superstitious paranoia, I've been, for some time, keeping track of seemingly mundane details of my day to day life to see how these would affect other aspects of my life.

After much consideration and reflection, I was able to sensibly narrow it all down to one specific cause and effect arena... coffee and recreational sports.

Hopefully I can determine some kind of pattern of success before all this caffeine makes my heart explode.