Heading into the Eighth

Heading into the top of the eighth, we are still down 2-0. What a frustrating game!

They ran themselves out of a promising inning in the seventh. Two on and one out and the inning ended on a strike out/caught stealing double play. It was awful.

Two innings to go. Come on Red Sox bats, wake up!

No More No No

The Red Sox broke up the no hitter with a two out triple in the top of the sixth. One pitch later the inning ended. We are still down 1-0 but both teams are into the bullpens now. That feels like an advantage for the Astros but we will have to see.

The Bruins beat the Sabers tonight and UMass Lowell tied Michigan State. I could really go for the Red Sox giving me an undefeated night. Defense needs to hold them at one run, and the offense needs to wake the frick up!

Go Red Sox. Please.

Pretty please.

ADDENDUM: As I was clicking publish the Astros lead off the bottom of the sixth with a triple. Ugh.

Trailing After Four

Stress.

The Red Sox are down 1-0 after four innings. They are hitless. Nothing. Zero.

The Astros had runners at second and third with no outs in the fourth and Eovaldi came roaring back to strike out the side and strand the runners. Could that swing the momentum?

Nope. Garcia is mowing us down in the top of the fifth. Three up and three down. The no hitter is now through five innings.

Shit.

Bed Time

It’s 11:30pm. Looks like the Dodgers are going to avoid elimination tonight. Here’s hoping the Red Sox do the same tomorrow.

I have three songs ready for car vocals. I was hoping to get to sleep early tonight to make getting up early tomorrow easier. What are the odds I pull it off?

Somewhere between not great and terrible, I think.

Patches is trying to move me off of my side of the bed. I’m pretty sure she’s going to fail.

Sweet dreams, everyone.

Good Show

Sometimes I look at old posts to see what happened on this date in Rob’s personal history.

Jen and I are in the living room, baby talking to the cat (like ya do) and binging Schitt’s Creek.

I looked at posts from one year ago today and want to know what we were doing?

We were binging Schitt’s Creek.

So yeah, good show.

Old Fart Moment

I had a serious middle aged old fart moment today.

I was sitting at my desk, eating my lunch, and a thought popped into my head. I finished the laundry. All of the laundry in the house is washed, dried, and folded (though there’s some that still needs to be put away).

I thought to myself… all the laundry is done… that is awesome.

Then I thought, if my 16 year old self heard me say that the laundry being done is “awesome” he would probably kick me in the balls so hard that they’d end up a geosynchronous orbit.

Robert, you are such an old person. Old. Person.


I have to be careful not to let my 16 year old self know how happy I was after I made the bed this morning. Who knows what violence he would befall upon me.