OK, so I have a full blown
case of Red Sox Mood Disorder. For those unfamiliar with
this malady, it involves rapid mood swings from mania
when they beat the pinstripes of evil to despair when
they lose to the pinstripes of evil.
Friday night, I watched Petey and
the Sox go down to defeat and sank into a funk. What the
heck is wrong with Petey? He can't beat the pinstriped
ones for love nor money nor whatever other cliche you can
think of.
Last night I made corn chowder for
a cozy evening with Nancy and the Red Sox on TV.
Wakefield's knuckleball was dancing, especially early on.
When the Red Sox broke it open and just kept scoring more
and more runs I was totally manic. I didn't even realize
that the woman who looked like Szivlia in the left field
stands where that double bounced in was in fact Szilvia.
BiB, the Ex-Ex-Pat, was trying to catch it but didn't get
it.
This morning in Red Sox Nation it
was up early for brunch at La Madre's with the Ex-Ex-Pat
and Szilvia and most of the family except the Beach Boys
who are in Hawaii for my brother-in-law's sister's
wedding. Everybody was manically talking baseball. When
the Red Sox beat the Yankees this late in the season,
even if there's only an outside chance at catching them
for the division title, there is nothing else to talk
about in Red Sox Nation. For once, the chat round the
table was 90% baseball and only 10% Iraq.
Then it was back to my place to
watch this afternoon's game as Nancy and I had invited
Ned over to watch it with us. A fun day in Red Sox Nation
is when they convincingly clobber the pinstriped ones,
which they did. Of course, it was pretty clear Torre
thought the game didn't matter all that much else he
would not have started Kevin Brown who clearly is not
ready to pitch yet. In a fight between a pitcher and a
wall, the wall always wins. Brown obviously knows that
'cause he fought the wall with his glove hand, but it's
still idiotic. And I still think Joe Torre was toying
with Red Sox Nation.
I also had a chance to show Ned the
Michael
Warren book of bird
paintings, Shorelines, which I bought
last
weekend at the benefit
auction for the Newburyport Public Library. Also fed him
and ourselves some of Andrea's and La Madre's homebaked
cookies.
Go Sox!
