I've been so wholly out of sorts since Sunday night that I could barely enjoy the start of the baseball season. Sure, I basked in the Nationals' fans loud booing of W. The crack of the first pitch as it hit Paul Lo Duca's glove sent chills up my spine. But my mind was distracted, elsewhere.
Distracted, primarily because of the disturbing images and stirring message contained in the first major motion picture centered around the Iraq war, Stop-Loss.