Still true:

No matter how rough things might get this year for the Dodgers, no matter how many disappointing twists and turns there might be this season, expected or unexpected, I don’t think I’ll be as unhappy as I was today when, after battling ants at the kitchen sink, on the kitchen counter, near the kitchen table, near the doors to the yard, in the kids’ bathroom and in the guest bathroom for every free minute I had, I sat down exhausted on the living room couch, a place of sanctuary, and found, on either side of me, more ants.