Yours truly has a date with destiny on Saturday. OK, maybe not a date with destiny, but rather a non-refundable date with the Educational Testing Service - more commonly known to you and me as the malevolent administrators of the Graduate Record of Examinations.
As a consequence, I will be taking a 48-hour leave of absence from bringing you my singular analysis of the Atlanta Braves. (Did you see that? I used a GRE word in that sentence.)
Thank you for supporting the Screaming Indian in its infancy. We will pick things up full speed on Sunday morning.
Wish me luck.