I’m wide awake. I have the NESN postgame show on. I have to be at work Friday morning for the first time all week. I won’t be asleep for a while so I’m going to ramble here a bit.
Chip Caray smugly telling us that he heard “on the radio” that Champagne was chilling in the Rays clubhouse set me off. And I can’t remember this exactly, but I think it came out just before the rally began. So eat it, Chip. Eat it.
Josh Beckett pitching Saturday worries me. Our offense really has to kick it into gear again. I sense they will.
I’m watching Mark Kotsay give his post-game comments and am struck at how amazing he’s been (you know, for him!) in the post-season. In case it isn’t obvious, I know nothing. 😆
I’m rambling, I know. I need to shut down the computer and try to sleep.
Won’t be happening, but I’m going to have to try.
I got a call around 1:15am, from Tru. He’s in the car on the way home from Fenway and he’s absolutely out of his mind with energy, excitement and happiness. I had another friend there tonight – Brad, who brought Tru to the game and who called Tru while we were talking just to say he couldn’t believe what they just saw. I love my friends. 😆
I just lost Tru because coverage at my house often sucks…but he left me a voicemail and he’s still as giddy at 1:41am as he was when the game was going on.
We get Red Sox baseball on Saturday, folks. Life doesn’t suck!
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