AT LAST!

So I wish I was a bit more prepared than Butch. I admit. I lacked faith. If I knew last night would be the night we'd have been at Seau's with Butch and P. Bartlett watching the game. Instead I figured they'd lose one or two before making it final. My appologies to Butch and to Red Sox Nation. You see, I married into the Nation. I've only been a Royal Rooter since 1998. That year my beloved Padres made the World Series only to be swept. They were even competitive and by all rights should have won Games one and three. Oh well. It's the past and today isn't a day for the Padres. It's a day for the Red Sox. WORLD CHAMPIONS AT LAST.

The feeling? Well for me the closest thing I can compare it to is meeting up with an old friend after a long absence. It's happened twice. Once with an ex-girlfriend turned friend who I hadn't seen in 3 years. Then it happened with Butch, a childhood friend who I hadn't seen in darn near 13. It's VERY close to the way I felt after Super Bowl XXXVII. FINALLY. All the waiting. All the heartache. The infamous P. Bart and I shared stories of 1986 but unfortunately I didn't have the guts (or cold heart) to tell him that other than Tom Seaver I didn't like the 1986 Red Sox. I was rooting for the Mets in that series. I was happy at the end of that series. They won 108 regular season games and had beat the Astros who I had loved to that point. Then starting in 1987 I was a Padres fan and have been ever since. Still...the heartbreak of 1986 he shared. How could I tell him it was my joy at the time? How could I just break his heart like that? I couldn't. Other than him reading this post, he'll never know. I couldn't do that to him. He's too old.

Anyways...time to work but like a friend of the Sports Guy said..."In March I'll be walking down the street and then break into a Flinstone Dance for no apparent reason."

Do You Hear The People Sing?

Went to see Les Miserables last night. Great performance. It was nice that all the songs were familiar and a few of the scenes (I once had that old PBS recorded performance with the original London Cast). I realized I love watching shows but 1) I hate the seats. Rows are too close together and seats are slightly too small. Victoria kept getting bumped by this woman's elbow no matter how much Victoria leaned into me. 2) I don't like waiting around the Dress Circle before the show starts and 3) I don't like the cattle-like herding that goes on when people rush back to the parking garage after it's over. That garage scares me anyways with the winding circular exits and just the entrance that is on such an incline people almost backed into me just trying to get their cars up the ramp.

To turn channels for a bit, how long will it take the Red Sox to finish this off? Could it be tonight? They won last night 4-1 and took a 3 games to none lead in the World Series. Yeah well the Yankees did that to the Sox just a series ago so you won't catch me getting arrogant about it. We're probably headed to the Bartlett Residence to watch Games 4 & 5. If it goes to Game 6 we'll head to Seau's and if it goes to Game 7 we can be reached at Fred's Mexican Cafe. Home of Game 7 Good Luck. I might just have to bring Butch with me. In fact if Butch is reading this, he's also invited to watch Game 6 at Seau's if he'd like. I'll even provide the ride...since I have to go pick up my father-in-law anyways don't think it's out of my way. Same goes for Tony.

Feeling sick as a dog this morning. Didn't want to call in since I did that yesterday though not due to illness. I had to register my sister for classes at BHMS. Showed up at 1pm to work 3 hours. Big whoop. Now...my hands are numb at the edge, got that nice dizzy-light headed feeling going, little tingle, little head ache, big nausea. Eh, I've had worse. Quit my whining, right? Right.