As much as I love NESN and the Red Sox games, I'd have to say Ang loves the E network almost as much. Personally, I don't get it; a bunch of botoxed anorexic people pontificating about the personal lives of random celebrities with various pseudo reality shows thrown in for good measure.
But I'm pretty sure she doesn't understand why I'll watch a 4 hour baseball game, then stay up another hour to watch some guy in nerd glasses and another guy with an honest to God male version of the Farrah Fawcett haircut talk about what I JUST got done watching. So that makes us even. Sort of.
Anyways, I bring the E network up because of the following incident that took place with Rakes tonight. They get home from church, we scrub the daily grime off the boys in the tub, and while Ang puts Trot to bed, I get Rakes a snack so he can watch Power Rangers for a few minutes in our bed. As I turn the tv on, it's on E; normally this wouldn't be an issue, but tonight they were showing one of those previously mentioned pseudo reality shows. It just so happened to be the one about that 95 year old perv Hugh Hefner and his trio of bimbettes "The Girls Next Door".
Wouldn't you know it, they were all standing around in their underwear while I frantically tried to remember what freaking channel out of the 5,895 choice was Toon Disney. Before I could find it (it's 290 on DirecTV come to find out), Rakes utters the following.
"Ooooooh. Dis is inappropriate for me, Dad!"
I could only respond with "Who in the world taught you that term?"
Turns out it came from some conversation with his Mom about the new Batman movie, Star Wars, and some kid named William. I have no idea what any of this means, but I did get my laugh for the evening.
Out in the Emerald City, the Sox finished up a 3 game sweep over the Mariners, with Scenic Lowell putting the boys ahead in extra innings. Craig Hansen gave my ulcer an ulcer by loading the bases in the bottom of the 12th, but wriggled out of that particular jam and the fellas head back to Fenway sitting .5 games back of the Rays with the MFY's coming to town on Friday.
Great. Just what my high blood pressure and sleep deprived body needs; a three game series with the Yankees where every game lasts 5 hours, I feel like throwing up at least 4 times a game, and I utter profanities the likes of which you haven't seen since Richard Pryor was Live on the Sunset Strip.
I can't wait.