A conversation that occurred today, presented verbatim:
"...well, that's if they get the game in. Isn't it supposed to rain tonight?"
"No, dude, I'm on top of the weather. I've been checking it every 20 minutes. They say spotty showers but nothing major. They'll get the game in."
"Hey, you never know, though."
"Yeah, but if all else fails, Josh Beckett can just glare at the sky and tell it to shut the fuck up."
A pause.
"You know, I think that's exactly what would happen. And it would probably work."
People. It is so on. Go Sox. Go Joshie. Give 'em hell, Texas style.
Let it be known that I am officially locked in. This is on like @#$%in' neckbone.
Question: Is Gagne seriously on the active roster for the WS? Um...not to cause a wave of panic or nuthin', but...
Posted by: Bloggy | October 24, 2007 at 17:41
I love that photo. I don't know why, really, I just think it's cool.
This has been one of the slowest-moving days I can remember. I'm watching the NESN pre-game stuff and I keep looking at the clock and seeing that only a minute has passed since my last glance. Argh. At least there's Eck on the show.
Posted by: mouse | October 24, 2007 at 19:03