That’s how former baseball player Jeff Kent once derisively described his former team’s uniforms, after he had left the Giants to play for the Astros, then the hated Dodgers. I don’t know what made me just think of that, except that I was going to write about the ice cream I made today, which could best be described as French vanilla bean with bing cherries. It was amazing. My first custard ice cream. Which also enlightened me as to the reason they call it “French” vanilla — it’s made with eggs, a vanilla custard, much like creme brulee.

But anyway. Back to baseball. Pitchers and catchers reported to spring training yesterday. All winter long I’ve waited for this. All winter long I have paused on occasion to remember that wow, yeah, my team DID win the World Series. It actually happened. They didn’t blow it in game six again. It wasn’t just a dream. The Giants are the champs. Yay! My mere eleven years of fandom paid off. A shame it didn’t happen when I actually lived there.

The thing I have been obsessing over the past two days is the realization that when Brian replaced my faulty hard drive months ago, he didn’t back up any of my music. So basically my iTunes library was gone. I’ve been putting a few pieces back together — my CD album filled with discs that I saved, thank god for lossless media. Brian’s music library, which contained a lot of my stuff he had copied from my computer in the past. And my iPod, which held 630 songs (“the lifeboat”). But a lot is just gone. Trying to recover through friends who might own the same albums, then Brian will go looking for free sources online. Sigh. Always back everything up, at least once a month. This totally could have been avoided.