As I’ve mentioned countless times on this here blog, I am a die-hard Boston Red Sox fan ever since I can remember. I was fan even when the Sox found new and mysterious ways to break my heart each fall during the post season.
But ever since they won three World Series, things are a bit different. I actually go into every new season with some hope that maybe this is the year that the Red Sox do it again. This season is not different, and I’m excited the Sox have a nice little winning streak going on.
But just when I thought nothing else in baseball could shock me anymore, this happened yesterday afternoon during the Sox home opener…
Wifey: Dinner’s here!
Me: I can’t right now. The Sox are down by one in the bottom of the ninth.
15 or so minutes later…
Wifey: Is the game over yet?
Me: No, but the Sox tied it and they’re going to extra innings.
Wifey: So who’s winning?
Me: They’re about to start extra innings
Wifey: That doesn’t tell me who’s winning.
Now I know how the pizza guy in Ferris Bueller felt.