*Picture from the Boston Globe*
I finally know how Charlie Brown feels: after Lucy pulls the football away for the umpteenth time, I can now empathize with the lil' bald 8 year old.
Losing tonight to Toronto, after Pap gave up the Grand Slam to make it 6-1 in the 8th, I can at last empathize with Charlie.
It feels like you took a sledgehammer shot to the stomach and there is nothing you can do about it. After 3 straight losses, I just KNEW tonight would be different. Sadly, it was not meant to be: the lead is now 1.5 games heading into the weekend.
I'm not worried, depressed, or suicidal: I'm just numb: hopefully a weekend in Tampa Bay will cure me of all my ills.
Tomorrow is a day off for the boys, and it's the first time all year I'm actually looking forward to it: Rakes has soccer practice, Ciera has cheer leading practice, Angie has choir practice, and I'm spent.
I've got Prison Break and Kitchen Nightmares on the TiVo and Furniture Market coming a week from Friday: I think I could use a day off myself.
From now until Friday night, I'm on a sports boycott: it's local radio and Opie and Anthony for me from now until then.
Keeping the Fair.
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