Trot was in bed by 8:30.
Rakes fell asleep watching "Raiders of the Lost Ark" in my bed and I took him upstairs at 8:35.
I said prayers with Ciera at 8:45 and she never left her room.
I'm expecting complete and total mayhem by 7:30 tomorrow morning. Mark my words, the inmates are preparing for a revolt; I just hope I see it coming.
To top it all off, the Red Sox just lost 6-3 to the O's, ruining the 4 game sweep and sending my post about Kevin Millar, Wake, and the magic lucky bat in my garage to the scrap heap. And I REALLY wanted to work the lucky bat in. Maybe someday.
Luckily, I'm a shallow sort of guy and could come up with something on short notice. If you didn't see the game, the Sox took a 3-2 lead into the 8th inning and Okajima gave up 4 runs to put the Orioles ahead. And that sucks.
To put the cherry on top of the sundae, Papi hurt his wrist last night and the reports include things like "out for a month" and "season ending surgery". This is me, doing my best impression of an ostrich in the path of a charging Lion; burying my head in the sand and pretending it'll all go away.
All isn't lost, though. Thanks to Giambi and his lucky porn 'stache, the MFY's lost again. And the Rays were off, which makes the series starting in Boston tomorrow night that much bigger. Here's to the Red Sox wiping the floor with those upstarts and restoring order to the AL East.
And if you don't hear from me tomorrow? Assume the coup was successful and Rakes is now the Grand Supreme Leader of Casa de Ted.
If that happens?
God help us all.