Live blogging the ALCS
8:45 p.m. Okay, I'm not really liveblogging the game, but it sounded good, didn't it.
Actually, I forgot the game was on until about the fourth inning. Mrs. EC went out for dinner with a friend, so I was planning on some quality Green Eggs and Ham time with BB EC. After that, I was planning on doing a little reading of the more grown up variety, or possibly updating my woefully neglected blog (which I am doing now, so I guess I wasn't too far off). By the time I tried putting BB EC in the crib, I remembered the game was on. Of course, BB EC boycotts the crib these days, so right now he's sleeping beside me on the bed, and the game is on, the Sox up 5-1 by the time I started watching.
With Sabathia in the hole right off the bat, I'm calling the series, Sox in 5. The series was effectively over before I even started watching. Bring on the Rockies. The only down side to that is that losing to the Coors Rockies would be about the most depressing thing ever, probably about the only thing that would come close would be losing to the Devil Rays in the ALCS.
At least the Red Sox master plan is now apparent. Come out like gangbusters in April and May, build a 30-game lead, coast for four months, and then wake up and smack everyone around in the playoffs. Not bad, if you can pull it off.
Sox now have the bases loaded and I'm feeling like all I will ever blog about again is baseball and donuts. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing...
9:30 p.m. The Sox are up 8-2 in the sixth with the bases loaded, I finally got BB EC into the crib, and I got myself a bag of chips and a Corona Light. It's officially a party! (Sadly, this is as wild as my life gets)
Actually, I forgot the game was on until about the fourth inning. Mrs. EC went out for dinner with a friend, so I was planning on some quality Green Eggs and Ham time with BB EC. After that, I was planning on doing a little reading of the more grown up variety, or possibly updating my woefully neglected blog (which I am doing now, so I guess I wasn't too far off). By the time I tried putting BB EC in the crib, I remembered the game was on. Of course, BB EC boycotts the crib these days, so right now he's sleeping beside me on the bed, and the game is on, the Sox up 5-1 by the time I started watching.
With Sabathia in the hole right off the bat, I'm calling the series, Sox in 5. The series was effectively over before I even started watching. Bring on the Rockies. The only down side to that is that losing to the Coors Rockies would be about the most depressing thing ever, probably about the only thing that would come close would be losing to the Devil Rays in the ALCS.
At least the Red Sox master plan is now apparent. Come out like gangbusters in April and May, build a 30-game lead, coast for four months, and then wake up and smack everyone around in the playoffs. Not bad, if you can pull it off.
Sox now have the bases loaded and I'm feeling like all I will ever blog about again is baseball and donuts. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing...
9:30 p.m. The Sox are up 8-2 in the sixth with the bases loaded, I finally got BB EC into the crib, and I got myself a bag of chips and a Corona Light. It's officially a party! (Sadly, this is as wild as my life gets)
posted by endangered coffee at 8:41 PM
I'm glad I didn't have to read a live blog of the 11th inning Sat. night.
You got that right, Cuz. What a horror show...
EC - Glad to see that you're raising BB EC the right way, letting the kid drift off to sleep with Red Sox play-by-play in the subconscious :-)
Sadly, this is as wild as my life gets
It gets even crazier when they're 4. Last night, spur of the moment, we invited the neighbor rugrats (2-5 yrs old) for a quick marshmallow roast. Pretty crazy. (Actually it is a ton more fun after they're 4).
The sad part is, I have no kids and my night wasn't much different. Just replace BBEC with Mrs. S sleeping beside me and A Sam Adams for the Corona Light and we had identical experiences.
Sox over Rox in 6!
Corona Light, yikes! I am an Amstel Light or Stella Artois girl myself.
Go RED SOX!