Just because she loves her some Josh Beckett, tonight's picture is for my big sister Tex. Well, plus the fact I think she's had a rough week at work and I'm hoping the combination of a photo of Beckett and me actually figuring out one of her Jedi tricks will put a smile on her face.
Big breakthrough with Rakes tonight; we finally figured out how to get past Level 5 on Star Wars Lego's and now we're trying to defeat Darth Vader in Level 6. And yes, it was Rakes who finally did it while I high fived him and kept asking "How did you do that?" If you ever wanna feel like a moron, play video games with a 4 year old. It's a good thing I have low self-esteem.
As for baseball, when the fact Juan Gonzales is attempting another comeback is considered big news, it's pretty much a given there is not much to say. Knowing that doorknob, he tore his hamstring buttering a dinner roll so let's just say I won't hold my breath.
Spring Training can't come fast enough. I want to turn on NESN and see palm trees, Beckett going bonkers on Ryan Howard, and Jim Ed Rice in a hideous floral shirt. Give me Daisuke and his interpreter telling us how he's gonna go Bob Gibson on Slappy, Papelbon giving out Riverdance lessons, and a countdown clock for when Manny is due to arrive in Ft. Myers.
It's 32 degrees, there is ice on the tree in my front yard, and I'm giving serious consideration to filling out the application to try and get Jo Frost to come to my house.
I need baseball.