See that little girl sitting between me and the little demon? She's gonna break my heart one day. I know this. As much as I want to deny it, one day in the not to distant future, she'll make me cry.
She's already starting to act like a teenager: still the politest little thing you'll ever meet, the sass is starting to creep into her voice. Not with me, with Mom. The wanting to argue back, the fights about clothes, and the talk about BOYS has me having flashbacks to when I was a kid and my three older sisters were ruling the roost. Still makes me shiver.
Up until now, she's always been MY little girl: I'm her best friend, the one she always wants when she's scared or hurt. I get the 2 hour version of the stories while Mom gets the Readers Digest version. Dad puts her to bed, helps her do her book reports, and plays catch, or kickball, or tickle monster. Soon, I'll be the nuisance, the annoying guy wanting to know who she's talking to, where she's going, and when will she be home. And that makes me more than a little sad. WARNING: If you are one of them boys that'll come calling one day, let me serve notice. You have SERIOUS expectations to live up to. I've been teaching this girl how a man treats a woman since she was old enough to understand me. Good luck with that all you young bucks.
As far as the game today, it went about as well as you could expect: 7-2 Red Sox, with 6 runs coming in the first and the 7th off the bat of the baddest man on the planet, David Americo Ortiz. Beckett went 6 innings, 1R, 6H, 1BB, and 5 K, lowering his ERA to 1.50. Which is really good. REALLY good.
So the boys head to the Great White North at 7-4 and in first place of the AL East. George's stormtroopers just put Mussina and Pavano on the DL to give Wang company, and BJ Ryan hit the disabled list with the possibility of having Tommy John surgery in his future. Maybe a little karma has reached the Sox after last years injury filled last 2 months.
We'll see. I just know that for tonight, I can go to bed a happy man.
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