I know, I know. I’m a bad little blogger.
So, what’s new? Oh yeah, as DuJane pointed out, a little team called the Boston Red Sox won the World Series. Again.
Its so weird to say that. Again. Like its no big deal. It is a big deal, its just not as big of a deal as it was 3 years ago. Don’t get me wrong, its always nice to win. But this year seemed so easy. We had no heartbreak. No Aaron Fucking Boone. No coming back with walkoff after walkoff from being down 3-0. No spraying champagne in Yankee Stadium. We just kept winning, right from the beginning. Sure, the season had some bad moments, some scary moments, but we always looked good.
Not that I need a reason to be happy, but since I can’t use the “Its been 86 years!” reason, I came up with a few more:
- I don’t have to break my promise to J: that if the Rockies won, we’d name our first born son Yorvit. This allows us to have the young “Jason William Kevin Curt Bronson Orlando Manny Papi” as we promised each other in ’04.
- I had a friendly bet with my friend Kay in Colorado. So instead of stuffing a Pilgrim into a FedEx box like I would have had to do if the Rockies had won, I am anxiously awaiting all the splendors that Colorado has to offer (with the exception of Rocky Mountain Oysters).
- You gotta love signs like this:
(Sign Reads: Garko was right. Champagne does taste just as good on the road)
- And, lastly, we can’t see this white boy dance enough:
(okay, maybe we can!)
It seems as though fall has finally come to New England. Thank Jimmy.
I really like the change of seasons. I can’t imagine living somewhere where the weather is the same every day. Like “LA Story” where Steve Martin was a weatherman in LA. He wanted to take a vacation, but had no one to cover for him, so he pre-recorded himself saying it would be 75 and sunny. Of course, the week he was on vacation, LA was hit with crazy rain storms and low temperatures.
I can find something I like in all the seasons. I love the first snowfall of winter, cute hats and snuggling up with hot cocoa. I love that first warm day of spring, when wearing short sleeves without a jacket in the morning totally makes your day. I love sitting in the beach in the summer, or jacking up the A/C on really hot days to watch movies & grill hot dogs.
But I think fall is the best season. You’ve still got warm days, and no snow. The warm days are just (usually) not unbearably hot. The cool days don’t cause your teeth to chatter, but do allow you to whip out the cute new sweaters you bought with your birthday money. Apples taste great, apple pies taste even better. Pumpkins are waiting to be carved, and Halloween candy is waiting to be eaten.
And, of course, baseball playoffs. The Sox have made it to the ALCS, and we’re waiting to see if we have the Yankees or the Indians as an opponent. If it is the Yankees, they will be without the Rocket. Which I think is a good thing for the Yankees.
So, how did I celebrate the first day it feels like fall after a hot, humid week? By waking up and running a 10K in the rain. It was good running weather, just a bit wet, and I was rewarded for my efforts with a free Pumpkin Spice Latte from Fourbucks. Ah, fall.