Consider this the placeholder for my epic, masterfully written piece on my experiences at last night's game between the New England Patriots and the Indianapolis
Whining Sons of Bitches Colts. It will have to wait as I a) didn't take the day off today, b) didn't plan to come in late c) got home at 4 am when I had to be at work at 8 and elected to go to sleep and d) overslept, bringing down the Wrath of Khan on the part of my boss, who is usually a mild-mannered sort. Yikes.
So yeah, I'm an idiot.
But I'm an ecstatic idiot.
Meanwhile, I turn my back on the Sox for one friggin' night, and, well...