...raining Red Sox runs, that is. So I hear from the text messages on my phone (some from my SMS score-update service and a few from my father) and from the miraculous appearance of the final innings of the game last night at a bar in Chicago (thanks to a Cubbies day off and an Other Sox afternoon tilt).
But this another case of that pesky "work" thing getting in the way of baseball, so I only know that Foulke got the final outs, after giving up his traditional two-out single, and the Red Sox prevailed, 11-1.
Tonight, redsox.com and my trusty cell phone informed me that the Sox were cruising along, four to one...and then what the fuck happened in the bottom of the fi--oh, Curt.
Anyway, the Sox have just now climbed back on top, and it's time for more work for me. In other news, tomorrow night I will be making my first-ever trip to Wrigley Field to see the Cubs face the Nationals. There will, of course, be photos and an update. I'm just not sure when.