Black Thursday... or Monday... or whatever day it was

Someone get me a 1994 calendar and settle this. Just in case August 12 doesn't immediately ring familiar for you, today is the 15th anniversary of the start of the 1994 MLB strike. Because numbers that end in 0 or 5 are more important than the other ones, I thought I'd reminisce a little. I was ten at the time, and as I recall, our family was on vacation in Florida when the official news broke. I was all like, "That sucks!" to which my mom was like, "You shouldn't talk like that," and then my brother laughed at me, so I called him a jerk. Then we went and played in the pool, and some old lady started complaining that we were splashing and making too much noise. Then we got out and drank some Publix sodas.

Anyway, before you go to bed tonight, say a prayer for Matt Williams, Tony Gwynn, and all those Expos diehards. I'm sure they're hurting today.