These days, it seems like nary a day passes without some me finding some reminder of the old joke about how when my ship comes in, I'll be standing at the train station. I'm trying to get my writing career going, with spectacularly little success - - and here's this Jim Caple guy, first being paid by ESPN to visit fifteen major-league ballparks and write about them (another ESPN writer did the other fifteen), and now he's being paid by ESPN to travel the length of the mighty Mississippi looking for offbeat sports-stories from the heartland and our greatest river.
I'm just not living right.
(Oh, and the lucky SOB actually got to run in the Milwaukee Brewers sausage race! Ach, I hate him so much....)
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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