The Red Sox beat the Astros in game two, 9-5. They were up 9-0 early and kept letting Houston creep back, but they ran out of time. Game three is Monday night in Boston.
Now that the game is over we’ve moved on to the Bruins game. The opening game of the season is tied at one after two periods.
Just for completeness sake, UMass Lowell’s men’s ice hockey opening weekend was postponed because the other team had a Covid-19 outbreak.
And in closing, check out my cat.
Is the cellar dry enough to be used for storage?
I sure hope so.
One hour until game time. Approximately.
Go Red Sox.
It says Lowell Devils 07-08 Season Ticket Holder. The back has the roster and the office staff names.
By far the best season ticket holder giveaway they did.
The point being: I want hockey.
I’m still awake. I shouldn’t be, but I am. Patches keeps trying to steal my side of the bed. This means war, feline.
The Dodgers and the Giants are tied at one a piece after six innings. I’m not watching, but it looks like it’s a good game. Let’s just hope the Red Sox win in a blow out tomorrow. I don’t want any stress.
I keep bitching about this, but there are a bunch of NHL teams that have played two games already and the Bruins don’t play at all until Saturday, two days from now. The Seattle Kraken have played two games and they didn’t even exist before this season. Why? I want hockey, damn it!
Look at her… taking up my space. Bed hog cat.
She’s not as sad as she was earlier, but she could still handle some cheering up.
This candle is about to die out. Poor thing.
The meat balls are veggie. They look like meat, they smell like meat, they almost sort of taste like meat. Not half bad.
I call this one, Quinoa and Grape Juice: A Study.
Inside the Red Head's Head 