Today is the first day that I've been away from the Orioles since I arrived in Sarasota on Feb. 16, and I'm beginning to experience separation anxiety.
I just asked my neighbor how his groin is feeling.
I chastised the paper boy for his poor arm slot.
I stopped by the Eldersburg bowling alley so I could check how the ball was coming out of someone's hand.
I popped in a tape of the last New Year's Eve celebration so I could watch another ball drop.
I chose a different chair this morning because I thought it had a stronger arm.
I reassigned my daughter to a summer camp.
The stranger sitting next to me began eating his lunch and I scolded the waiter for not blocking the plate.
I approached a second grader and asked him about the adjustment of moving to third.
I interrupted a couple on their honeymoon just so I could see two more people left in scoring position.
(Feel free to contribute)