7 2/3 innings.
I swear, if you'd have told me before the season started that Jon Lester would have been the stopper, I'd have pulled a "Coming to America" moment, channeled the dad from "Good Times" and told you to get off the drugs.
Yet here we are on 9-8-08; the Red Sox sit just a 1/2 game behind the Rays and we all have Lester to thank for it. For all the missed opportunities, ill-timed attempts to steal a base and a few random BAD decisions to try and stretch a single to a double, Crabcakes kept us in it. And that is about all you can ask for.
In an unrelated note, I moved a crap load of furniture with Angie today; with Ang's Grandmother being moved into an assisted living facility, Ciera got her furniture. Which meant Rakes got Ciera's furniture, which meant a whole lot of heavy lifting for me.
Bottom line? I found myself standing on my stairs, trying to keep a mattress from sending to a premature death, while Ang uttered the now infamous "I thought you were going to push it up" line.
There are 3 things married couples should NEVER attempt.
Don't ever attempt to pick paint colors together, do whatever you can to avoid the "which one gets the decisive birth control surgery" debate, and never, and I mean NEVER move furniture from one location to another without a marriage counselor, a bodyguard, and a keg.
Trust me on this one.
All's well that ends well; Ciera has her new furniture, Rakes is sleeping on a mattress that will take him into his post-graduate work and Ang is sound asleep. I'm left wondering what happened to my little boy in his crib and why time has to fly by so fast, but it's all right.
The Red Sox are a 1/2 game out of first.
Plus, I'm usually the last to know, so what else is new?
One day, this blog will be listed by the Government as an approved method of birth control.
When that happens, my mission here will be complete.