The Wire, Softball Socks and Driving

The Wire

I finished it today and it was, without a doubt, the greatest show I’ve ever watched. Perhaps, will ever watch. It had drama, humour, and great character development as well. The story was so layered, so intricately weaved that you could watch it several times and catch something new each time. Characters who get killed off in the show tend to “haunt” the show after. By that I mean other characters are greatly affected by the death and you can see the toll it takes on them in their eyes.

It’s a strong testament to how good a show is when their weakest season (their last season) is probably better than most great seasons of any other show. It neatly tied together pretty much everything in the show and left me completely satisfied. Completely. I strongly urge those of you who haven’t watched it to give it a shot. It’s a little slow, and the lingo might turn you off, but stick with it and not only will you be rewarded with a great show, but a new way of looking at things in life as well. And how often can you say that about a show?

Socks for Softball

Normally, I wear ankle socks when I wear shorts. It’s just something I got used to because I hate having people look at my socks when I’m in shorts, but for softball, it’s a different story. Certain situations call for sliding and if I’m in shorts I’m probably going to need a skin graft every time I make one of those plays. Phil suggested that we get ourselves some baseball socks which are longer and will cover your calves to prevent this. I put them on today and I look like a Japanese schoolgirl. They are pretty ridiculous but I will endure it if it saves my legs in the long run.

I also got my Jersey today and I’m fairly disappointed at the number that I got. 13. I wanted number 6, but that was given to a girl on the team (the same one that lectured me on cursing) so I wasn’t too happy that I lost out on it. I would have really, really, wanted it, but, what happens happens. Instead I was given my old number, and I hope that it brings me the same luck that it once did when I first wore it.

Driving

I have until August 26th to get my G so I started taking driving lessons again. I’m not really in need of them, just some small habits that I have to change, but apparently, aside from driving with one hand, I have still maintained most of the good habits that I was taught a few years ago. My teacher took me to the highway and he kept telling me to “reach 100,” when I was on the ramp, which, somehow for an odd reason, reminded me of Marty trying to reach 88mph in the DeLorean to travel back in time. Unfortunately, this wasn’t Back to the Future, and my acceleration didn’t result in me going back to the 1950s and trying to persuade my mother to go out with my father.