So the season is officially over. This is the least attention I've paid to a season since I can remember. I blame California. I made it home last night to see the last batter of the game, but that's the only part of the entire world series I saw. It just wasn't exciting. I wasn't sitting on the edge of my seat, biting my nails, grabbing the arm of the person next to me, holding my breath or covering my eyes. There were no phone calls from people that I know are *always* asleep at that time of night, no honking horns, people out and about in the streets, or lights on in every window. There were no yankees to route against. That was last year when the sox were red. But now, in true sox fan fashion, its time to look ahead to next season and see what they can come up with. There's always next year. And out of curiosity, since I'm on the subject, I need to figure out what happened to the "reverse curve" turned "reverse the curse" sign on Storrow. I used to drive that way a bunch but I can't remember if it ever got changed.
And on a completely unrelated note: I really like eating dinner outside in the dark. (This is mostly a note to me so I don't forget.)
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