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.

Early Start

I was up early this morning and had some chores to do. Between taking the trash barrels to the street and going up and down the stairs to do laundry (the avalanche of Bellana clothes are finally folded and put away) I somehow managed to register 10 minutes of exercise without even having done any actual exercise. The activity app is off to a good start today.

I’m not sure what was going on, but the FaceID on my iPhone stopped working last night. It was working before I started cooking dinner but I noticed it wasn’t working just after we finished eating. Weird. It didn’t work once for the rest of the day. Right now? Working fine. I’m not sure what happened.

Today is my sister’s birthday. Being facebook free, I sent her a text instead of a post on facebook. I hope that is acceptable. I’m not sure what the protocol is anymore.

Speaking of facebook (giggles), that was kinda fun yesterday. Sure, it pulled the nazis over to Twitter for a while, but I managed to avoid all of that and just have fun reading the faux panic. Sounds like Zuckerberg lost about six billion dollars in stock value. I assume most of that was due to the 60 Minutes story Sunday night, but whatever. It’s all connected to his wallet one way or another. Granted it was just stock value, right? He’ll probably make it back today. It’s not like it’s real money or anything. It’s not like he’s going to need to take a second mortgage to pay his bills.

Okay, time to go to work. We need to get through the day so that we can focus all of our attention on the Red Sox beating the Yankees tonight. It’s a moral imperative. 8:00pm tonight, or thereabouts, we finally get payback for that friggin one game playoff back in ’78. Sure we beat them in 2004 and handed them the most humiliating playoff loss in major league baseball history (giggles), but still… I want one game playoff revenge. Suck it, Bucky Dent.

1978 Revisited

The Red Sox and the Yankees both won. Toronto and Seattle have been eliminated.

The wild card play in game is Tuesday at 8:00 at Fenway Park in Boston, MA.

Unlike the last time these two teams met at Fenway for a one game play off, Bucky Fucking Dent will not be starting at shortstop for New York. Praise be to the Fenway gods.

Whichever team comes out on top on Tuesday will win the honor of getting slaughtered by Tampa Bay.

Go Red Sox.

Tampa Bay Lightning win the Stanley Cup

It was never really in doubt, but a minute or so ago the Tampa Bay Lightning won the Stanley Cup for the second consecutive season. More importantly, the Montreal Canadiens did not win the Cup. For me, a Bruins fan and not even a little bit of a Lightning fan, seeing Montreal lose was the real goal. I really, really hate the Montreal Canadiens. I mean I really, really hate them.

I don’t actually want to be the guy who roots against a team rather than actually rooting for their opponent. I don’t want to be that guy. The only exceptions involve the New York Yankees and the Montreal Canadiens. Boston’s history against those two teams sort of flush good sportsmanship down the toilet. For this fan, at least.

Congratulations to the Tampa Bay Lightning. The hockey gods smile upon you for beating Montreal. Amen and all that.

Damn it, Tampa Bay

They failed to complete the sweep. Montreal won game four 3-2 in overtime.

Damn it, Tampa Bay. You had one job. Eliminate Montreal in four games and win the Stanley Cup for the second consecutive year. One friggin’ job.

Game five is Wednesday night in Tampa Bay. Win it at home, Lightning. Or else. Or else what? Exactly.

Stanley Cup Final – Game Four – Third Intermission

You read that correctly. They are heading into overtime tied at two. Tampa Bay is going to start the OT period with three minutes of power play time thanks to an idiotic high stick penalty against Montreal. I’ll take it.

Let’s go Lightning!