RED SOX!

Friday night, drove to Saratoga to see Wilco at Skidmore and babysit for Bryan's niece. More importantly, we listened to the Sox game on the radio, switching from a Boston to a Springfield station (and listening to 3 songs of a Bjork CD after Guerrero tied the game with a freakin grand slam). Then, as we pull into Skidmore, bottom of the 10th, tied, top of the order batting, both of us snapping at one another as the tension starts to eat at our normally sunny dispositions, the radio station cuts away from the Boston game (which was fuzzy at best) and starts to broadcast the SATANS game! What the ef! We actually had to find out if the Sox won the game and how it happened from college kids waiting in line.

Anyway, now I am sitting in front of a tv while the great, indomitable Curt Schilling takes the mound to hand the Spankees their collective asses. ***Addendum at 10:25pm: Or not. Ok, so I was wrong about this, but I still have faith in this team and this year. Dropping this game will just cause these guys to battle back harder tomorrow night. Hopefully Pedro doesn't forget how to pitch...

I apparently have nothing more interesting to write about and I can't think of much else that doesn't involve a leather-covered ball, so I will sign off.

I did write a little mantra thingy to help those of us in the Nation who suffer so badly for this team:

damon manny ortiz millar
mueller tek cabrizzle nixon
curtschilling can save us
yea, though we walk through the shadow of the valley of fear, we are not alone.
red sox. amen

Thank you. Go Sox.