The Idaho job rejected me. Then several weeks later they called and asked if I was still interested. I went out for an interview and came to really look forward to the job. I was one of two finalists. Then I was rejected again. Because, you know, the initial rejection was too easy to take.
My parents offered to allow us to move in with them. Persephone and I both thought that was a terrible idea, but the more we compared our options and thought about what it would really be like, it began to look not so bad. I got a job interview in Nebraska and we decided that, comparing the Nebraska job to the offer from my parents, living with my parents would be better for us. So we decided to move to Ohio.
The Pirates had a winning record. They lost the division by three games, which sucked because I could name four games they had no business losing (Startling Marte's drop in Saint Louis, Bryce Harper's home run in Washington, Mark Melancon's blown save against San Diego, and Jordy Mercer's throwing error against Cincinnati). The Pirates won the wild card game against Cincinnati, then lost a five-game series against Saint Louis (where home field advantage would have been very helpful). It was a little hard to accept that the Pirates had won half their games against the Cardinals and were somehow adjudged to be the worse team. But a winning record and October baseball went a long way towards dispelling the gloom that bad been hanging over my life since 1992.
I was blogging and thought I should write a blog post for every year of my life. Then I realized I've been alive for a lot of years and they were all either pathetic or boring (usually both), but it was too late because I'd already begun. Then I was writing the last sentence of the last blog post of the series.
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