Original plan for Wednesday: spinning class followed by karaoke.
Modified plan, which we’ll call the Family in Town Plan: day of game tickets to the Sox game, then karaoke.
Reality: day of game tickets to the Sox, seven hours spent inside the ballpark, 14 innings of play, two renditions of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame,” countless clapping and screaming, one bout of crazed laughter at the sight of Timlin, one Tampa Bay victory.
I did walk by karaoke on my (long long long oh good God I didn’t realize how long) walk home, but it was quarter to one by that point, the lights were on and I was a woman on a mission. But it counts, right?
TIMLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN! I know, I know, it wasn’t entirely his fault – the game never should have even reached that point. But when he winds up thwarting my plans to work up liquid courage before belting out a showtune, it gets personal.
You’re on watch, 50. Again. As is Carlos Pena! Carlos, the Haverhill connection/Sox walk-off bit only gets you so far. Please get together with Kevin Millar, Orlando Cabrera and other Sox alumni and read the rules already.
I feel your pain!! I was there for all 14 frustrating innings trying every kind of rally cap configuration and cheer I could think of to spur some kind of friggin’ rally. Timlin blew it…but certainly not entirely his fault. You are right, it never should have gotten to that point. We left like 19 guys on base!
Dan – It’s true, but know what? I’d much rather have them get this out of the way now than later in the season!
Way to stay until the end – the sign of a great fan!
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