And I miss EVERYTHING.
Barry Bonds ties Aaron (with Eric Frede reading Clay Hensley's name on today's pregame show as if announcing a lottery winner, which, in an albeit unpleasant way, I guess he was). A-Rod hits 500. And, most importantly, the Red Sox losing streak at Safeco is snapped! Worse, not only did I miss the drama and majesty of a lights-out Daisuke start, but also I blew getting to see a fist-pumping tandem of new crush Eric Gagne and crush everlasting Jonathan Papelbon.
If I hadn't been having the best day of my year so far (if not the best day in recent memory) road-tripping out to Tanglewood with my fiancee to hear Yo Yo Ma and Dvorak's New World Symphony at sunset in the Berkshires, I'd be downright depressed to have missed all that.
Except it was worth it. Seriously, yesterday was that good.
So now, the only fly in my ointment? Yesterday starts the clock on a dark new period in my life: Having to Root for A-Rod.
Come give your new binky a kiss! (Ree...ree...ree...ree)
And yet, in my personal opinion, yes, Barry Bonds manages to be that evil.
*Copyright police take note: I have no idea where this picture came from. Take it up with this kid.