I gotta apologize for the short post today: as much as I'd like to ramble on about the latest idiotic statement I made to Angie, I can't tonight. Baby Trot has had a 104 degree fever for the last 2 days, and he and I are home alone for the evening. A handful in good days, he is especially ornery when he's sick.
So, I'm sad he's sick and feels so bad.
But I'm happy too: because the first game of the year is on tonight. Yeah, it's only Spring Training, and yeah, it don't count. I could care less: Schill will be on the hill, and there will be real, actual baseball.
At 7 o'clock tonight, Trot and me will assume the Sox watching position.
I can't wait.