So I went to pick my brother up from his elementary school an hour ago, and sparked up a joint upon leaving my house. I guess from being immune to the dangerous mind-altering effects of cannabis, I approached the entrance of the school where my brother and the kids/parents were gathered subconsciously thinking I was smoking a cigarette. I immediately realized my mistake when the crowd of elementary school kids were quickly rushed off by their parents who were mouthing muted obscenities to me all the while. My brother gave me a confused and very disappointed stare before I silently ushered him to my van. All he said on the way home was "were you smoking weed?" I replied with a silent tear as I pondered the most painless method of suicide. I'm such a sad fucking excuse for a human being and I desperately want to die. I think today's spring training game was a miserable defeat, and Estes is done for. Jody Gerut, Will Venable, and Matt Antonelli make Robert Fick look like Robert Fick. Someday, we'll beat the Royals, and redesign Gameday.