I’m not really big on the patriotic holidays, Easter, or really any day involving religion…so I feel kind of stupid that I did not think in advance to do the right thing and request tomorrow off as a personal day (I’ve used my paid ones up anyway). So, I will do the next best thing and watch as much of the Red Sox game as I can before schlepping myself off to work. [Note: I love my job, but not much can compete when compared to my obsessive adoration of Mike Lowell, Manny Ramirez, Jonathan Papelbon (with or without his goggles), Big Papi, and (sigh) Jacoby Ellsbury. Also, Julian Tavarez, Josh Beckett, and Manny Delcarmen. Just can’t compete with that.] If you don’t know, the game starts at 6am. I don’t haul myself out of bed that early for too many things. In fact, here are the things I have actually gotten up at that time for in my adult life: required medication, flight to Alaska, bus trip to go shopping in New York City, and I’m pretty sure that’s it.
My level of obsession has not quite rivaled that of the Red Sox Chick, which is basically my point of reference where I can just rationalize my behavior and be able to say, “Yeah, but I’m not liveblogging-the-game obsessive.” I’m also not as eloquent as Jose Melendez either. Those two things will be what saves any readers I have from being bored to death by a million posts on Lowell’s facial expressions.