While cursing Mother Nature for making me miss Monday's Opening Day at Fenway because of rain, I devised a second plan; not as good as the real thing, but under the circumstance the best I could come up with.
I would Tivo the NESN broadcast of the game rescheduled for today, avoid the internet/score while at work, then come home and listen to the sweet sounds of Remy and DO calling the game.
I made it until 4:15 before I checked the score; in my defense my good friend hayes texted me when Pedie went yard in the first so I figured since I knew THAT I might as well keep up the best I could. After all, I had the fact I was going to hear Orsillo and his dulcet voice making the call waiting for me when I got home.
You can understand why I took Rakes plastic golf club and beat the laundry basket into submission when I discovered I had Tivo'd the game.
Only I Tivo'd the RAYS broadcast.
If you've ever heard Ken Harrelson call a White Sox game, imagine that. Only slightly worse.
This is reason 4,579 that I am an idiot.
I'm pleased to report The Commander was in fine form with 10 K's, 1 ER, and 3 instances of cursing a blue streak that would make the late George Carlin blush. Tek and The Munchkin hit a homah, Mikey Doubles banged one off the wall, and Papelbon struck out 2 of the 3 he faced in the ninth, pumped his fist like it was Game 7 of the WS, and the Sox won 5-3.
Oh yeah; Hey CC.
Say hello to a TRUE ace.
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