So... at about 7-something a.m. while I was still trying to get to sleep (perhaps I already was asleep? Would that explain it) a really large flock of men paraded down School Street wearing brightly coloured scarves, carrying pointed sticks, and chanting something.
Is this some kind of religious thing? Pre-easter do? Or I am I *completely* off my horse?
Because if I was hallucinating, I really hope I could have come up with something better.
I've been so out of touch I didn't even *know* but I just randomly turned on my TV right as the game was about to start! *grin*
And my local Red Sox televising channel is playing "It's times like this I learn to live again."
Heh.
And Johnny Damon, up first at bat, has perhaps the scariest mullet I have ever seen. You are still adorable, Johnny, but I really wish that during the playoff head-shaving madness last year someone had gotten you drunk and cropped that sucker. It has got, like a personality of its own.
And, dammit, I want my Trot Nixon. :(
Wheeeee -- Ramirez on base!! I should stop now. Really. Stopping.
-- Little Red, who is soooooo psyched and filled with as yet untrampled hope, despite absence of her Red Sox Boyfriend (tm)
