Beverage update: I am drinking the diet cherry vanilla Dr Pepper, and it is not blowing my mind.

I am drinking the diet cherry vanilla Dr Pepper, and it is not blowing my mind.

Yeah, that sounds all wrong. Too many only vaguely mixy flavors happening at once.

I watched all of yesterday's game. A more miserable crew of players I have not seen (not even the Yankees). Reliable reports suggest that, if it hadn't been a hurricane, Sexson's grand slam would have been a harmless fly ball. In the 9th, Adrian Beltre was trying to dry off his bat by running it between his thighs, and I was like, Honey, you are just getting your crotch wet and your bat no dryer.

Boy were they all happy when the game was over.

It's hard for me to remember what things were like when you were here.

It's funny, because I will probably continue to imagine your apartment exactly the way it looked when I was your guest, even (while) after it looks completely different. I mean, Perkins moved to a different city altogether, and when I read her posting from her new place, I still imagine it like the apartment in which I was her guest. Silly scary visual place.

In the 9th, Adrian Beltre was trying to dry off his bat by running it between his thighs

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I am drinking the diet cherry vanilla Dr Pepper

That sounds like what happens when you unleashed a bunch of 12 year olds on a Circle-K (7-11) fountain machine with a big gulp cup.

Reliable reports suggest that, if it hadn't been a hurricane, Sexson's grand slam would have been a harmless fly ball.

Oh, undoubtedly. He didn't even swing that hard. But when your team is coming off a 7-game losing skid, it's still worth jumping up and down and dancing around your living room over.

In the 9th, Adrian Beltre was trying to dry off his bat by running it between his thighs, and I was like, Honey, you are just getting your crotch wet and your bat no dryer.

Heh. Somehow I missed that part.

Boy were they all happy when the game was over.

Yeah, you got the feeling both sides would've been reasonably content with either the actual outcome or the Sox getting 3 runs in the 9th for the win, but if they'd only tied it, everyone would've sat in their dugouts having a good cry.

Too many only vaguely mixy flavors happening at once.

That sounds like what happens when you unleashed a bunch of 12 year olds on a Circle-K (7-11) fountain machine with a big gulp cup.

Exactly! I mean, it's kinda good, but no better than Coke+Sprite+whatever...

My mom used to call that a "suicide".(We were never supposed to say that in school...the people in special class Wondered about us enough already.) I like the non-diet but I'm a soda slut.

Reliable reports suggest that, if it hadn't been a hurricane, Sexson's grand slam would have been a harmless fly ball.

Huh. That's different from what Jerry Remy said after the first game about the wind knocking balls down, particularly one that Millar hit.