Stupid computer problems have kept me from posting since Tuesday. I get a update from Microsoft to download on Wednesday, so like a idiot, I download it. It was some new toolbar that for some reason would not let me sign on to post, so I un-download it. (Yes, I realize that is probably not the correct term, but since it's a small miracle I can actually navigate this blog, just let it go.)
Anyway, I'm happy to say that with my brother in law Keith's help, I'm up and running again so my family members have a new post with which to insult me in the comment section. So have at it guys!
February 16th is the day pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training for the Red Sox. I feel like Red in Shawshank Redemption when he gets paroled and is on his way to Mexico to meet up with Andy: I'm so excited I almost can't contain myself. When the season ended in October, with the Sox in 3rd place, I felt kind of lost and sad. As the winter goes on, the sadness sort of goes away, replaced by a little emptiness. Now, with Spring Training so close, I'm excited and anxious to get it going again. I feel like Ciera and Rakes on Christmas morning, or Trot when he sees his bottle when he's hungry, like I want to jump out of my skin. I'll clarify that in saying I'm not squealing at the top of my lungs, crying, or drooling. OK, I AM drooling just a little, but that's OK.
2007 is gonna be exciting for me. On paper, the Sox look like an elite team again. With Matsuzaka and the Papelbot joining Schill, Beckett, and Wake in the rotation the staff looks as strong as any ones. And with JD Drew, if he can stay healthy, hitting 5th and giving Manny some protection, the lineup should be banging out runs at the 04-05 pace.
Baby Trot is starting to walk, and imagining the trouble he and Rakes will get in is, in it's own way, exciting. They are growing up and are gonna have a lot of fun together over the course of the year. Ciera will turn 9 and start 4th grade this year. And in December, me and my best friend will be married 15 years. How she has not smothered me with a pillow while I sleep is one of life's great mysteries, but somehow she has put up with me all this time.
I've got a feeling that 2007 is gonna be a good year. For the Sox and for me.