One week and 4 days away from Opening Day and The Munchkin sprains his wrist.
Not only do I have a Mom with a newly installed pacemaker to worry about and 2 raving lunatics running around my house brandishing light sabers and shouting "Death to the Rebellion!" at the top of their lungs, now I've gotta deal with the possibility the starting second baseman of the Red Sox opens the year on the DL.
Although the possibility Beckett and Lackey will give Tito a hotfoot on Opening Day is taking some of the sting away.
This last week before the first game is like Christmas Eve when we were kids.
Only this version goes to 11.