On Day 5, Crandall Has Followed All Rules and Moved Little. The Marathon? Little League World Series on ESPN. Always Love This Game.

This is definitely becoming one for the record book, as I've successfully been still since Monday, and I'm heading for another day today. From cooking shows, to British sitcoms, to Little League World Series, I've mastered my over-the-top intake, consuming more boob-tube in one week than I usually average a year. My t.v. is used to being off, except for special occasions like March Madness.

And I've always loved the Little League World Series, as it simply throws back time when still in little league myself, I dreamed like all of us that my team made it to the World Series. Of course, if you saw me as a little league player sliding (well crawling) to second base, you'd realize what a long shot that actually would be. Seems a majority of my childhood was spent on the Cicero-swamp fields....dads so enthused with the game, they took on a 2nd job throwing dirt over the daily rains so the fields weren't too flooded...the land of mosquito breeding and snapping turtle mating.

To be 5'6," 120 pounds, and in the 7th grade. It's a ritual to see which team wins it all (and it was missed last year).

Not sure what this day will bring, but I'm hoping to get some of my brain capacity back, although I know the CT team, Manchester, plays at noon. My head has only been working for a few hours before I need to veg, and that seems to be all I'm doing...mutating into a vegetable...a big eggplant with man boobs.

This shall be a boring post, as I'm living a very boring life right now...which is good, and foreign, and very much welcome.

I'm the world's worst at being sick and recovering. I suck at it.