Oh Happy Day

I woke up this morning with an easy smile across my face. The soft rays of light poking through my blinds, I could only picture one thing: Brett the Threat being bombarded by his teammates at the mound. That's right, the Phillies of Philadelphia had just clinched the National League East the day before. Nothing could bring me down this day, not even the horrid performance of the Eagles (they're still going to the Super Bowl, IMO). I rise from bed, and make my way on this beautiful morning.

Breakfast:
I do not eat breakfast, nor do I ever desire to eat breakfast. However, I went inside a building which has a dining hall that serves breakfast this morning. I went to the second floor of the building, where the radio station is, to drop off my application for a time slot (should have a show by next week). I also went to a newspaper booth where I stole a USA Today, a Philadelphia Inquirer, and a New York Times, just so I can read about how awesome the Phillies are (my food for thought, perhaps?). I ate some Pringles as I read these papers in my burgandy leather recliner.

Lunch:
After class today, a few hallmates and I traversed to the Spit, where I decided to change things up. From the deli, I picked up a caesar salad, which was surprisingly good. Lots of good dressing, and not too many crunchy pieces of lettuce. That's the ticket to a good salad. Hey, at least I didn't have fruit like a certain fellow Neshaminian did (cough KrisDoll cough). After lunch, Kris marched into my room and demanded he play Zelda II: The Adventure of Link (on my Collector's Edition disc) even though I had just downloaded the most challenging platformer of all time from the Virtual Console in Super Mario Bros.: The Lost Levels. So he played for about 2 hours as he died over and over again on the same Iron Knuckle in the first palace. Ugh.

Dinner:
I was not expecting much as I walked into the Spit and witnessed a Deli line as far as the eye can see. Walking over to Traditions, where all the entrees are served, my hopes seemed dashed as there was little more than bread and mashed potatoes. I place some of each on my plate, but just as I'm leaving the booth, I carelessly peer over to the soups...

FRENCH
ONION
SOUP

Keep in mind, this French Onion Soup had no cheesy cover, nor any bread chunks in the broth, but it was soup and it was oniony, so I was satisfied. Each onion tasted better and better, and I dreamed of that waitress we gave a 40 dollar tip at the diner...

But anyway, I'm going to the playoff opener on Wednesday against the Colorado Rockies, who clinched the Wild Card in a thriller just moments ago, but I'm also going to Thursday's Game 2! I'll likely be eating plenty of tasty treats there, so I will share them with you should I get the oppurtunity. But for now, just keep the Onion Faith, and perservere through the days where you cannot experience onions firsthand, especially when engulfed in broth.

-Professor Nesto