A Very Sad Day

Well, it looks as though a seventh baseball player has just died from his injuries in last week's bus crash on I-75. This accident really sucker-punched me. Maybe it's because these were just boys (and some adults). Maybe it's because they were on their way to Spring Break and a ball tournament. Maybe it's because if you knew the area and saw the photos, it would destroy your idea of what is physically possible in the world today. Maybe it's because these folks came from an exceptionally religious university and it makes the irony and my beloved Job -once again- questionable on mystical levels. Kinda like when that wacko shot up all those Amish children. What the hell?

My heart goes out to the parents of these boys and the children of the bus driver and his wife. I don't know how I would survive a loss like this, but I'm just a puss.

I do have one beef, though. If the NTSB and the Georgia DOT don't do something about that fucking ramp, I'll nuke it. I've driven it a thousand times and I still can get confused. A tourist, in the dark, probably half asleep - it's no wonder. I mean, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know the design of that ramp is total shit. I would imagine the same asshole that designed the I-20 ramp at the Connector designed this wonder of road travel.

My mentor, the late, great Marchant, must be rolling in his grave.