Felice Compleanno, Mike Trout

Believe it or not, I'm waking up relatively early these days. Part of that is the jet lag, I suppose, but I'm also starting to appreciate the lovely, quiet morning hours. It's pretty much the only time of day that's not brutally hot. Also, I get to see what Mike Trout did last night (A 7 p.m. East Coast start time is 1 a.m. here, so I can't watch much live ball). In case you aren't aware, this is what Mike Trout does. He's simply the most electrifying player in baseball, and the best. Today, he turns 21. So, here's a toast to the centerpiece of my fantasy team. Caitlin and I had a great run, another nice dinner (leftovers ... but delicious leftovers!), and now we're off to drink due birre on la piazza. Buonasera!