I'm fairly certain the only person who would look more uncomfortable receiving a bouquet of flowers than Tito would be me. Look at him; poor guy looks like he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, and is probably trying to figure out who to actually give them to. Mrs. Tito? Or Papelbon? Because you KNOW that lunatic asked for 'em as soon as Francona got back to the dugout.
After getting home from Easter services at church, I spent the better part of the day playing "Pirates of the Caribbean" and "Shrek 3" with Rakes on the PS2. I figure the Easter Bunny decided to try and divert Rakes' attention from Star Wars, which I'm all for. Except I let him watch the movie this afternoon during quiet time, and he spent tonight running around the house yelling "Dou've dotta det yourself a dirl, mate!" All the while jumping from chair to chair and swinging an imaginary sword.
Throw in Trot getting up every hour, on the hour last night and Ciera thinking her room is a landfill, and it all adds up to one exciting day. Ang is sleep deprived and I'm more twitchy than Otis on the Andy Griffith Show when Barney shut down the little old ladies still.
At least they clean up nice.Just another day in the life of the RSD.