Waiting for the Universe

Apparently there is some balance in the universe. In exchange for getting a ton of stuff stolen last Saturday, I get to see Daisuke Matsuzaka pitch against the A's next Tuesday. I'll be sitting in the bleachers surrounded by legions of drunk people who take hyphy a little too seriously and I'll probably barely be able to tell that Matsuzaka is asian. I guess that's okay because I bought tickets for the game in hopes that I would get to see him play. It looks like my hopes were fulfilled and all it cost me was roughly $4000 in personal belongings, in addition to the price of admission. Man, I'm lucky!