*Image courtesy of Kelly O and www.sittingstill.net*
As I sit here watching the Sox take a beating not seen since Jimmy Burke and Tommy Devito put the boots to Billy Bats in "Goodfellas" I've realized a few random things.
One, seeing our utility infielder, Nick Green, pitch a scoreless 8th inning is both bizarre and fripping hilarious at the same time. Dude looked like he was born to pitch; wherever he is, I'm hoping Daisuke Matsuzaka took notice. Throw the little white ball over the plate and let your fielders do their job, dude.
Two, having a daughter in 6th grade riding the bus with High Schoolers is OK. Unless you are an overprotective Dad like me, so thank God my sister is willing to let Ciera ride home with Cousin Jerry and ride the bus to her house. Thanks, Stace.
Three, Jr and hayes are in Boston at a Jimmy Fund event with Renton from Surviving Grady and although he promised to keep me updated, I've got nada so far.
Which means he's either A. passed out, B. in jail, or C. Red has some Jedi mind control tricks he's using to keep Rich from keeping me abreast.
I love the little fella but Jr isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed so I'm guessing C. (Kidding, Rich. Kidding. Well, sort of. ;) )
Whatever it is, I'm currently on the phone with my attorney wiping every trace of Jr out of my will.
Unless he calls me in the next hour and a half.
Has any team ever come back from a 9-2 deficit in the bottom of the ninth inning before?
THIS is further proof I need a full time shrink/Nanny living in the compound known as Casa De Dalton. Since that's never gonna happen, I'll settle for an epic comeback, Peace in the Middle East, and Trot sleeping past 5 a.m.
Of all the weeks for Miss Hathaway to take vacation......