10.15.2025

The Coliseum was lit up the other night and it was the first time I was able to place it in spacetime from where I am. Didn't know anything even went on there anymore. The Raiders are in Las Vegas, like they're doing a residency at the Bellagio, like they're backup dancers for Wayne Newton or working security for Bruno Mars. The As don't even have a home. They're like me like that. They sleep in garages and hang around friends' basements, rent a room here and there, snag the occasional housesitting gig. It gets to you. I don't even have to play 162 professional baseball games a year and it's a good thing too. Can't always plan around getting enough sleep, or there being soap where you expect it to be. Sometimes you have a dishwasher at your disposal and that's nice, so you go out of your way to dirty as many bowls and spoons in a day as you can so you have an excuse to run the thing. Gurgle and whir of domestic peace. Anyway whatever goes on at the Coliseum is none of my business but when it was lit up it felt like something should be. I tried to go to the DMV there but it's been closed indefinitely since its windows were bashed in and general mayhem applied to its facilities. I'd go down there to watch that.