I haven’t forgotten you so much as I’ve been on a technology vacation. But I did want to poke my nose in and give the Red Sox a big wet Disney kiss for winning the first two games.
Mr. Dump has been wearing a Sox hat since we arrived and people just start talking to us about how much they want the Sox to win. Cast members, other vacationers, you name it. It’s been weird how people will just start talking to us. I love Sox fans! And I love the Sox!
P.s. Florida is great wish you were here!
Oh what a beautiful day!
You know what’s great? When your six-year-old, who spent all summer saying “not baseball again, can’t we watch Spongebob?” wakes up, hears the news, and asks “so do they play the Astros or the Cardinals?” You have learned well, grasshopper.
I don’t want to hear any more curse BS. Ever. It’s over. If there was a curse, NY would have gotten 8 runs in the ninth. If we hadn’t been swept in 4. THAT is how a curse works. A curse does not give you a record-breaking come-from-behind series at an away game.
Even the NY sports writers are saying the curse is over. People will drag it out, but it won’t intimidate us any longer. I don’t care if we don’t win the World Series, I really don’t. THIS was my World Series. Beating anyone but the Yankees would not have shut them up. Well we shut them the hell up last night
From the New York Post Online Edition, discussing A-Rod as the face of failure
“He left last night in October to Bronx boos, the symbol of the greatest Yankee failure ever because it was inflicted by the Red Sox. Rodriguez, who was supposed to be the new Babe Ruth in this rivalry, is instead the face of Yankee failure against Boston, which makes this humiliation excruciating.”
They also point out:
“No Yankee team had lost both Games 6 and 7 at Yankee Stadium since the 1926 World Series, which ended with Ruth being thrown out trying to steal second. ” Wow, Babe Ruth lost them the World Series. Imagine that.
So I’m done hearing about Babe Ruth. If we win, we win, if we lose, we lose, but it isn’t because of any long-dead baseball players, that’s for damned sure.
We had Fenway Franks for dinner tonight.
Of course, if you think I’m eating them for every World Series game, think again.
I just got this flash that something bad has to happen any minute now. But why? Why would something bad have to happen? If there was a curse, we would have lost game 4.
(My sidekick isn’t letting me edit posts. Sorry for all the new ones)
