So today is my birthday, and I’ll be spending most of it on a 22-foot runabout on Lake Washington with my family. Weather’s supposed to be 72 degrees and mostly sunny. Seattle in the summer will spoil you for everyplace else.

But a part of my heart will be at Turner Field, where Alex “Good” Wood will take on Taylor Jordan and the sinking Washington Nationals, who come in having won 6 of their last 7, resulting in the shaving of a whole half-game off their deficit to your Boss Tweed Tammany Hall Braves. (If you don’t know what I’m referring to, Google the origin of the team’s name. It’s one of my favorite aspects of Braves lore, as ours is the only North American major league sports franchise I’m aware of whose nickname derived from politics.)

Other than that, I don’t have much to write about. Dan “Seeing Is Overrated” Uggla has still not, as of this writing, undergone the LASIK surgery that it’s clear by now the team is basically demanding he get (and with pretty good reason). Tommy “Streetcar” LaStella still hasn’t been called up, nor have we claimed anybody on waivers. There’s literally no news to report from Thursday’s off-day. So let’s hope the Atlanta monsoon season breaks long enough for our side to put another nail in the Nationals’ coffin.

Go get ’em, boys. Daddy wants a birthday present.