While watching the game tonight, I found Rakes and Trot laying side by side in my chair watching the game. Well, Trot was watching the game and yelling "Daddy, ball (several words I couldn't understand) bat!" while Rakes played with his Legos and occasionally muttered "God bless America, can you put him to bed?"
Trust me; he gets THAT from him Mom.
Wake goes 8, Sox win 7-0 and I can go to bed happy. Or as happy as I can be sitting 2 games back of the Rays with a double header looming for tomorrow.
With my local gas stations raising the price of fuel to close to $5 dollars a gallon, I'm not counting on anything being definite tomorrow morning. Well, other than the fact we just beat the Blue Jays 7-0 and Bartolo "El Guapo Jr." Colon is pitching one of the double header games tomorrow.
I'd REALLY like to be around a game back when we hit the Trop on Monday; whether that happens is still up in the air.
But hey; a guy can dream, right?
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