In some ways Jeff and I are lucky men. We both have the freedom that comes from being single although this also means we suffer its attendant sorrows. For instance, on this Friday evening neither one of us will enjoy the delightful presence of a woman keeping us company. And while this means that we are both free to watch as many spring training highlights as time will permit, it also means that the only whispers waking us up tomorrow morning will come from the TV we forgot to turn off.
The only real upside to this whole sad situation is that neither one of us will have any need of the following device in the near future. Unless, perhaps, they install them in baseball stadiums so we can convince our bosses that we really are in the hospital donating a kidney. Oops, gotta go. Time for dialysis.