I should have never eaten that half-eaten bag of Doritos I found in the dugout Sunday.
What was I thinking?
I’m hoping it’s just your garden variety flu I’ve come down with but you never know…..
No amount of singing Happy Birthday to me while washing my hands seems to help. Oh well, tomorrow is another day and I know I can’t possibly feel as bad then as I did today. At least I hope (not pray) so. 
