Had a great night with my better half last night: dropped the boys at my Mom's, Ciera at a friends birthday sleep over (she was invited 3 weeks ago, but decided 3 p.m. yesterday was plenty of notice), and had a nice, quiet dinner out.
Even the big fella upstairs was looking out for me last night: the Red Sox, who were supposed to start their 3 game set against the Rangers at 8 last night, were delayed until a little after 10. By that time, the missus was already asleep, letting me watch the game guilt-free.
From 6 last night until around 10:30 this morning, I felt like this picture: calm and relaxed. It was extremely nice not to have to say "Rakes-NO!" or "Trot-don't put that in your mouth" or "Ciera, how many times have I told you...". Amazing how one night can make that big of a difference in how you feel.
Today, we spent the afternoon at the pool, and the 2 Tasmanian devils I call my sons are passed out in their beds, recharging their little motors for the time between waking up from naps and going to bed, which always leaves me feeling like I am one more thrown toy away from complete insanity.
Great effort by Daisuke last night, going 5 innings with a serious case of the stomach bug, and the pen finished it out. The Yankees lost last night, and have just been beat 3-1 this afternoon, putting the Sox 11 games up going into tonight. A win tonight and the Yankees 2 games they made up vs. us is out the window and they are right back where they started.
Wakefield vs. Padilla, and let's hope Timmeh gets a feel for the knuckle ball early.