Category: Baseball

Shot Number Three

I had my Pfizer booster shot last night at about 8:00. Almost 13 hours ago. How am I feeling today? Okay. A little bit of a headache, a little stuffy, a little tired. All in all, I am feeling it more today than from either of the first two shots, and this one wasn’t even a full dose. Weird.

The Red Sox loss last night was painful, though really not unexpected. Lots of runners left on base. That’s always hard to stomach. Stealing home though… damn that was just embarrassing and painful and all of it. The good thing about baseball though is that you only have to wait a day before you can clean the slate. Game two is tonight at 7:00 and Chris Sale is starting. Here’s hoping it turns around. If anyone can shut down the Rays, it’s Sale.

I took the day off from work today. My one goal is to not feel sick from the booster and my other goal is to cut the grass. I want to wait until 10:00 or so to give the neighbors a chance to wake up. Beyond that, I just want to get through it, and I will.

For now… just watching Titans and letting the chips fall where they may. Or something like that.

Thursday Morning Hype

Game one of the Red Sox/Rays Division Series is tonight at 8:00ish. Are we psyched? Are we hyped? You know it. The Rays were the best team in the American League this year and the chances of us taking them out are slim to none. No negativity from me though, if any team can take those Floridians out it’s us. The whole team has already had Covid, so we don’t even have to worry about them waging biological warfare or anything crazy like that. I mean, we know how much Florida loves spreading the Covid, right*?

I did a little music today before work. Are you proud of me? I didn’t actually play guitar, I just redid some midi tracks on a GarageBand file for the re-recording thing. I redid all of the drums and bass tracks for one song from the summer. I now have three of those songs patiently waiting for new guitar tracks, and one new song patiently waiting as well. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe this weekend. Someday. Soon.

Okay, folks. Back to work with all of you. Stop surfing around the internet reading boring old people’s brain droolings.

11 hours to game time! Go Red Sox!

*This is sarcasm. The Red Sox’s Covid outbreak recently was awful and dangerous and nothing to laugh at. Also, the Florida state government’s insulting response to Covid is nothing to laugh about. The governor of Florida seems to think the best way to drum up support for a run for president in 2024 is to let as many of his constituents die of an easily preventable disease as possible.

Bed Time

I took Friday off this week, not to extend the long weekend but because there was talk of possibly going to VT and I wanted to be free to go. Now we are not going so I am left with a mostly unplanned four day weekend. Such is life, I guess.

The good news is I’ll be able to stay up late Thursday night if game one of the Red Sox/Rays series requires it. Bonus!

I haven’t played my guitar in the month of October yet. That is bad, mental healthily speaking. Friday might get some serious therapy time. We will see.

I’m really tired right now but I feel the need to overshare some personal life shit. Okay, here goes: I trimmed my toe nails today. Really, what other sites give you this much detail? You’re welcome.

Okay, good night everyone.

On to Tampa Bay

The Red Sox win!

They beat the effing Yankees 6-2 in the wild card game. We now move on to the division series against the Rays. Game one is Thursday in Tampa Bay.

1978 reaches out from the distant past and high fives 2021. Suck it, Bucky Dent.

After Five Innings

Again, trying not to jinx anything. It’s not a no-hitter, but let’s act like it is, sort of… or something.

After five innings the Yankees are still not winning. Actually, in the top of the sixth the Yankees are not winning 3-1, but someone is.

It was 3-0 after five. Now it’s 3-1.

Okay, panic time.

Let’s go Red Sox, hold that lead, please.

After Two Innings

I’m not going to say anything that might jinx things…. So… how to describe….

After two innings, the Yankees are not winning. Someone is winning, 2-0, but it’s not the fucking Yankees.

Are you diggin’ where I’m comin’ from? Are you picking up what I’m putting down.

Go Red Sox.