Bleary Eyed Bliss

I’m joining the rest of bearded New England showing up for work a little bleary eyed as we watch the Red Sox’ magnificent late night march through St Louis.  Last night was a signature win and the handwriting was supplied by a tall left hander.  John Lester established a niche for himself in the pantheon of World Series heroes with another dominant performance.  He’ll occupy the niche right next Ortiz who is playing on an otherworldly level and is hustling more than I’ve ever seen – 2 infield hits in one series! 

One More time!

Thank God Farrell left Lester in long enough to bridge to Uehara and there was nary a Breslow sighting.  Take notes for Wednesday’s game with Lackey, wash, repeat.  The Sox head back to Boston needing only 1 win and then some of us can get some sleep and cease the relentless bombardment of Viagra and Cialis ads.  Four hours!  Really?!

Job Well Done as Lester Exits

My wife and I have been firmly ensconced in Couch Potato positions 1 and 2 for all of the games.  We’ve even established a routine for all positive plays which involves defensive moves to protect against Buddy’s attempt to join the high fiving.  Buddy once again thinks he’s a lap dog, all 85 pounds of him, which leaves my legs asleep at some inopportune times. 

Buddy in Couch Potato Position 1A Last Night - Thinks He's A Beagle
That Could Explain the Cowardice

Yesterday was my annual physical and attendant probing of nether regions.  I am sworn by a certain sister to accurately report all medical findings upon pain of requiring medical attention.  The doctor was psyched by the weight loss and attendant feelings of well being.  He said my blood pressure showed dramatic improvement.  Since I didn’t know that had been an area of concern I decided not to ask a question I didn’t need the answer for.  He did draw some blood so I’ll be hearing shortly about what the diet has done for the cholesterol level and the obligatory lecture from certain spousal units.

Return of the Beautiful PanaGals
My Sister in Law in all of her Scholarly Splendor

The gorgeous Panagals from the January 2013 posts in this blog are getting into the celebratory act for the Red Sox.  One of them sent photos of another, who just happens to be my famous sister in law, garbed in her teacher uniform and specifically requested I post them to the blog.  I’m hoping this is just for Halloween but knowing my beloved sister in law (queridissima hermanita!), anything is possible.  I may never return to Panama.

Yep, Going to Have Hit Teams Waiting on Me

As stated in the opening line, all of New England, bearded and otherwise, is staying up late with the Red Sox.  During my drive to work yesterday I was waiting at a light when I was rear ended, semi-gently.  I looked up and there was another middle aged guy with a scraggly beard driving the car that hit me.  I didn’t even pull over as there wasn’t any damage; we’re all a little tired right now. 

Go Sox!  One more win!

Playoff Beard Entering it's Final Two Days of Existence
Your Work is Almost Done!