They could have done this Sunday night.
When I was, you know, IN Boston.
It's all good, though. The Red Sox are in the ALCS again and all is well. This time it's the Tampa Bay Rays, their beatnik manager Joe Maddon, and about 35,000 freaking cowbells standing in the way of the Red Sox going to the World Series for the 3rd time in 5 years.
So while I read "The Bernstein Bears Go To The Beach" to Rakes tonight with COPS in the background and him wondering why some dink was kicking the window of the cop car I was thinking how awesome this is.
I was thinking the same thing when I got home and Ang was giving the boys a bath. BTW, you haven't lived until you've uttered the following:
"Quit messing with your Peter!"
In fact, I had a grin on my face all day that you couldn't have removed with a jack hammer thinking about Jason Bay going all Superman into Home Plate to send the Red Sox one step closer to the World Series. Not even the fact Mikey Lowell is most likely done for the year is harshing my mellow.
Red Sox vs Rays to see who goes to the World Series.
And yes; it felt as weird to write that sentence as it does to read it.
Can the Sox just sweep this thing and restore the world to it's proper order?
And what in the world am I gonna do for the next 3 days?