My wily brother rounded up excellent free tickets to tonight’s Yankees / Mariners game. So he, Jess and I will be headed off to the ballpark to drink bad beer, eat sketchy hotdogs (assuming we’ve recovered from the even sketchier hotdogs served yesterday at Colin’s Labor Day BBQ), and generally revel in the nearly deciding game of the close American League wild card race.

Play Ball.

[Also, beginning this evening and carrying on through the balance of September, I’ll be doing my best to make up for my irregular blogging by instead at least briefly moblogging via Twitter and Flickr. Oversharing narcissism knows no bounds.]