It's 10:10 p.m. on Friday night.
Daisuke Matsuzaka is pitching, Chip Carey is causing me to consider firing a loaded weapon into my television screen, and the Red Sox are winning 1-0 in the bottom of the 5th inning.
Combine the fact Chip (what kind of name is that anyway? I realize I named my boys Rakes and Trot, but Chip? Did he live in the third stall on the right during high school, getting swirly after swirly while cursing his parents under his breath?) keeps trying to jinx the "thing that shall not be uttered?" If you're a fan of the game you'll get that; if not, see me tomorrow. I'm not gonna be the one to mess with the mojo.
All this while Red and Denton are live blogging over at Surviving Grady, Ang has turned my computer room/sanctuary into a sweat shop, and Rakes asked me if YoGo's would make him have nightmares as I put him to bed.
I've instructed Ang to have the defibulator ready and the hospital on speed dial.
And it's only Game 1.
I freaking love October.
::Mainlines Mt. Dew::
On the 97th anniversary of his birth.
17 hours ago