The Sox had a ridiculously
scheduled 3pm game so it started while I was still at work. I found reasons to wander by the driver’s
lobby while the game was on. Lester looked
dominant until the umpire didn’t give him some close calls and that resulted in
two gopher balls and 2-0 deficit. I was thinking
I’d be sharpening up a razor since the Rays had one of their dominant young
pitchers throwing goose eggs.
I got into the car for the
drive home and tuned in the game. The
drive home was the best ever as the Sox started an improbable rally when the Rays’
usually stout defense deserted them.
Their cocky young outfielder Myers lost a fly ball in the sun (not such
a ridiculous time now!). The Boston
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| Well, YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
The Sox were up 5-2 by the
time I got home and joined Buddy and the wife on the couch. Buddy would jump off the couch and run to the
windows every time my wife and I celebrated another Sox run. We timed our trip to Zorba’s between innings
and were safely seated to see the late part of the game. We were administered to by my favorite
waitress in her usual fetching manner.
The pizza tasted so good
when seasoned with yet more Sox runs.
The best part was being able to share it again with my wife. We finished the pizza (yes – PIZZA!!!! – keto
vacation day – don’t you know) as the game headed into the last of the eighth
inning. My wife said we should watch the
end of the game at the bar so we decamped to that cherished location (how cool
is my wife).
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| My Excellent Date at Zorba's Last Night |
The initial success of my
playoff beard caused me to reflect on my personal history with facial
hair. Well I did have more than a couple
beers – bear with me. My first beard
dates back to my junior year in college when I started dating a gal who eventually
became my first fiancé. She wanted me to
grow a beard and since I was deliriously in love I gave it a shot even though I
knew my beard wasn’t ready for public exposure.
The result was a truly unkempt embarrassment - a patchwork of hair
covering various parts of my face but not connected with each other. I made the mistake of meeting the gal’s parents
for the first time with the semi-beard in place – a first impression I don’t
think I ever overcame. Unfortunately no
photos exist of that regrettable facial hair choice.
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| The Playoff Beard - Day 6 |
The Army was less than
welcoming when it came to beards so the next time I could grow one was in 2005
and I was severely disappointed when I tried and it came out almost completely gray. Eight years later I am much more at peace
with my impending dotage and it seems to be helping the Sox! That’s my story and I’m sticking with it!
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