Ponchos and Lefty
We've got tickets to tonight's Sox-Mets game. There's a 60% chance of thunder showers, which'll blow; we paid way too much to just blow these off, so we'll have to invest in some ponchos, I suppose. I despite ponchos. I'd rather get soaked than stand around sheathed in cheap plastic. I doubt the wife agrees, though.
My head might explode at this game. Obviously I'll be rooting for the Sox over the Mets, even though I'm no longer that big of a Sox fan. But then Glavine's pitching for New York, and through it all I still like that guy a lot, and wish him well. I won't be able to root against him, or take any pleasure in his failings. Schilling's starting for Boston, and he's almost up there with Clemens and Jeter on the list of dudes I'd like to see eaten by wild boars. I could never cheer for that asshole. So I'll be rooting FOR the Sox and AGAINST the Mets, but FOR Glavine and AGAINST Schilling, while wearing a Braves hat the whole time.