Well, That Went Well

Yesterday certainly drove a stake the heart of any lingering Monday blues.  I still had to spend an inordinate amount of time resetting all the various passwords from the crashed computer – when did life become so password dependant?

The day took the expected upturn at my weekly hump day lunch with my favorite son who works a few miles down the road from Worcester.  We were able to share opinions on the past weekend, his upcoming marriage to the fabulous MEF, and most importantly the Sox’ chances last night against the Cardinals.  These lunches have become a staple for my continued sanity.  After having to spend so much time away from my kids during my military career I consider it a boon of not inconsiderable value to sit down across the table from this guy every week.  True wealth doesn’t have a dollar amount – it’s the quality of people you get to spend your life with – something you can never put a price tag on.

Lunch Date Yesterday

Everybody in New England was gearing up for the baseball game against the formidable Cardinals last night.  Buddy the Wonder Pooch even brought his collection of bones out of hiding and distributed them around the family room floor so leaving the couch while the game was on was fraught with danger.  The dog understands the superstitions of baseball so well.

Buddy - Doing His Part

The game itself was an exercise of incredulity as the supposedly fundamentally sound Cardinals wilted almost immediately in the spotlight of the World Series, making a series of blunders before finding themselves.  By that time they were behind 5-0 and the Sox were rolling.  In a move that never (and I mean never) happens, the umpires actually got together and overturned an obviously blown call in favor of the Red Sox.  Can you say, “destiny”, this Sox team has it written all over themselves.  Of course this is baseball and momentum is only as good as the next night’s starting pitcher but this is certainly a better start than imagined even in dreams of the wildest persuasion.

Easy to See Why the Ump Blew the Call - He Couldn't See The Play
Where did They Find This Bozo?

One of the nicest moments of the night was during the pre-game introductions when three recent winners of the Congressional Medal of Honor came on to the field to be honored.  I was hoping the Fenway crowd would realize how rare and special a gathering this was.  As with everything last night the crowd roared their approval to properly honor these heroes.

My wife spent the night firmly ensconced next to me at Couch Potato Station #2.  She’s a violently emotional supporter of the Sox and when the Sox were comfortably ahead she drew out her I-Pad and spent the rest of the game commencing the months long search for the proper dress to wear to next August’s wedding ceremony.  This is not a small thing (I’m told).  She only looked up when I yelled in approval/ displeasure of what was going on or when Buddy periodically stole one of her shoes.

Sweet Ending

An electric night; the beard abides for at least one more night.

Beard's Life Extended at Least One More Night

 

Front Yard Foliage I was Writing About Yesterday