Playing Hooky

Today's Opening Day for the Cleveland Indians and I have a lousy cold. Or do I? I mean, am I pretending to have a cold so that I can tell my boss I can't work and spend it on the couch watching the Tribe (and a couple episodes of the Battlestar Galactica marathon) play the White Sox?

Hmmm. My mind is a twisty, turny thing, isn't it?