sunday may 10

today i found myself standing outside the elevator at the rogers centre next to duane ward, one of my favourite blue jays from the team’s world series years. it was the just the two of us, and the elevator was taking forever to arrive, so i figured i ought to say something. having just sat under a closed roof all game, i noticed - looking out the window - that the weather outside seemed fine despite the ominous forecast, and remarked, "huh, figured it’d be raining!" duane replied, "nah, it’s just hotter than fuck out there." we agreed it would be a sweaty walk home.