We WON, beotches!

First off, go BoSox. I missed the first three innings 'cause I was working at Ye Olde Community Hospital. Four vomickings, six snotty noses, one huge mass of armpit puss and one possible case of juvenile arthritis (the saddest and hardest of all the diagnosis listed by far) later, I was sitting in BW3's* watching my boys put together a lead.

After one super fast trip home, we finished watching the Boston Red Sox sail into the World Series. Such a good game. It was a vastly closer game than the score would suggest. At the end, the announcers served us the usual bullshit - blah blah blah, trophy presentation, blah, blah, blah, the ALCS MVP award. Even though Josh Beckett deserved the MVP, I think the award should have gone to The Rookies. All of 'em. Pedroia, Matsuzaka (okay, only a rookie to American baseball), Ellsbury, and even Buchholz (who hasn't played during the post-season as far as I can tell, but did pitch a no-hitter earlier this year) should have split it; they deserved the MVP. Without Pedroia and Ellsbury, we would have lost tonight's game. And without Matsuzaka and Buchholz, we wouldn't have gotten to the playoffs. But anyway, what I really wanted to see was the post-game player celebration as it happened. Crimmeny, we have 300+ stations, couldn't some alternate station skip the bullshit and let us watch the Clubhouse Champagne Shower?

No, apparently not.

But who cares? BoSox in the World Series! Whoo!

On another note, I told a lie in the last post. My husband did not score us a BMW wagon. He had the choice between the sedan with a sports package, which includes a stiffer suspension and better seats, or a wagon. He picked the package. I'm disappointed, but I have a sneaky suspicion that once I drive our car with the sports package I will change my mind. I don't really care, since the whole deal will only last a grand total of two years.

Later bitches. Go Sox!

* Buffalo Wild Wings used to be BW3's. I've never been able to get used to the new name. Sue me.