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.
When I was that age, my friend's teenage brothers used to drive us (in their trucks with tires & shocks so tall you almost needed a ladder to get in) to the Circle-K and buy us big gulps and whatever junk food we wanted, and rent us movies. I'm pretty sure it was so we'd stay out of their hair while they were making out with their girlfriends elsewhere in the house.
Of course, then her mom would come home at 3 am(she worked some awful shift) and find us wired and probably completely freaked out over some dumb horror flick we'd watched.
Also? MOUSE. And Devi kept dropping it front of Mister Kitty so it could wobble drunkenly around and intrigue him. Sweet of her, no? Closest I've seen them to collaboration.
Aww. So very sweet.
Haven't seen the big dumb mousie that Maceo had. He was playing with it on multiple occassions - at least it was unhurt and stupid enough that I assumed it was the same mousie.
The mouse just wants to be frieeeends......
Does anybody know offhand how often you're allowed to take Actifed? I've got one hell of a nose-running eye-tearing cold going full blast here, and another dose may be due.
lori!
Theo, sorry, I have no idea. But lots of health-vibes for you.
