My kid likes the music of Raffi, as many kids do, but if I put any Raffi song on Spotify, the auto-generated playlist that follows inevitably includes a bunch of songs off an album called Bible Beats (For Little Feets) — songs like “The Ten Commandment Boogie,” “Fruit of the Spirit,” and, of course, “The B-I-B-L-E.”

I will happily listen to Raffi play religious and spiritual songs — his “Michael, Row Your Boat Ashore” is quite lovely — but the songs on Bible Beats (For Little Feets) are so, so bad, and there is nothing I can do to convince Spotify that I never want to hear them ever again. I’m convinced the lead singer is the son of Spotify founder Ron Spotify.

The easiest workaround I know of to play Raffi tunes and avoid atrocious children’s Christian rock is to just play Raffi’s entire catalog on shuffle. And so it was that on this lovely spring day, as I happened to be staring out the window, I learned Raffi has a cover of “Take Me Out To The Ballgame,” and that, in the context of right now, it’s fairly heartbreaking:

I intended this post to transition here into something about the Astros’ scandal, and how big a deal it seemed to so many people a couple months ago, and how very not-big-a-deal it seems now.

Then I decided that would be a stupid post, and that I should write about how I used to always say here that I’d quit my job if I ever started taking my access to free baseball games for granted, and how, in a roundabout way, that exact thing happened. But there’d be no way to do that without further whining about my old job, and I just did that on Friday.

Next, I decided I should write about the coolest baseball events I’ve been able to attend, and those still on my bucket list. That’s a much better post, I think, and I will make it here in due time. But by the time I came to the idea, I was already an hour deep into a two-hour naptime, and I’ve got other stuff I need to take care of before the kid wakes up.

All of which is to say: I’ve got nothing. It was bound to happen at some point. Thanks for checking in, and I’ll try to do better tomorrow. I’ve got my eye on scoring a Triplelupa this afternoon, which ideally will provide some fairly easy #content.

In the interim, I will go back to a well into which I’ve dipped plenty of times before, and one that never fails to cheer me up. Here are some waterskiing wipeouts: