Due to the combined factors of 10 hour work days, not enough caffeine, and this whole Trade Mike Lowell/Move Youk to third/Sign Mark Texiera situation, I may have made a fatal error in judgment tonight.
I let Rakes and Trot watch WWE Wrestling; worse? I actually tivo'd it last night and we all settled down to take it all in after I got home from work.
The first 10 minutes weren't so bad, if you could look past Trot hollering "Dey gonna fight now?" while Rakes grew more and more animated by the minute. After that? Total chaos.
Rakes throwing punches at Trot while the latter spun in the air and and landed on the formers stomach repeatedly. I had to turn it off and put Trot to bed to get some peace. My biggest worry? It's too little, too late. I can only pray somebody doesn't get superplexed off the stairs sometime tomorrow.
Finally, I'd like to take this time to welcome my newest niece, Hannah Christine Dalton to the world. Congratulations Matt and Amanda. I can't wait to meet her.
Just have Caroline tell her that the boys mean well and any injuries she'll incur over the next 15 years will be purely accidental.