I'm not surrey. I'm not surrey at all.

Great weekend. My sister, brother-in-law and prospective niece/nephew were in town, so the four/five of us took the opportunity to train for the Beijing Olympics, now that the 10,000-meter double surrey has been added as a medal event.

Also had a few good meals, played board games and bocce, and witnessed our final Louisville Bats game of the season, complete with a screaming foul line drive that ripped uncomfortably close to us and cracked some poor woman smack-dab on the left clavicle. Do you feel that, reader?

She smiled weakly for about 10 seconds before bursting into tears, lasting 9 or 10 seconds longer than anyone in our party would have, I feel confident in saying.