World Series Bound

Before I begin my World Series post (this will NOT be an angry diatribe), I wanted to first let everyone know that despite the many brush fires in the SoCal area, Scott and I are currently not near them. However, because of the high winds, we are getting a bit of smoke blown through the neighborhood, but currenly nothing to be of concern.

I also wanted to congratulate Brian and Brendan for being at a very exciting game last night! I bet you guys had a blast!

That being said, I'm breaking down my thoughts last night as the game was on. All posted times are Pacific time. Beware, this post will be long!

5:07 pm
The butterflies have been in my stomach all day but they've suddenly fluttered into my throat and I'm choking on them. The mere mention of Westbrook's name in the pregame almost makes me vomit in my mouth. Almost.

5:23 pm
Kevin Millar rocks! I think I'm in love.

5:24 pm
Game starts and I'm overwhelmed with hatred for Grady Sizemore even though he only pops out with a broken bat blooper.

5:42 pm
1-0 Sox. 1st inning. Me in heaven.

5:51 pm
Does anyone else think that Dice-K's moustache and beard looks like it's been glued on? Mike Lowell just nailed a line drive, then stole Lugo's ball AND snagged a routine grounder for the third out. He's such a fucking stud. Did anyone know that Lowell speaks Japanese? STUD.

6:00 pm
I love Jacoby Ellsbury too. I don't care if he looks like a 12-year-old boy. I can be his Sugar Momma.

6:18 pm
Sizemore strikes out after Blake's basehit and stolen base. Again, over the moon.

6:36 pm
Random 4th inning thought: does anyone actually think Casey Blake has the "best beard in baseball"? Whatever. Dice-K just made a great play at first - ball trounced off the top of his glove - he stays with it and still gets Martinez at first. Another random thought - the ump, when announcing a strike, actually sounds like he speaks Japanese. Coincidence? I think not.

6:43 pm
The ball left Garko's bat and I thought it was out of here. Thank whoever for the Green Monstah.

7:11 pm
Sizemore hit a sac fly. 3-2 Boston. The fucking butterflies are choking me again.

7:36 pm
One run game and Okajima just shut down the Tribe. At first I was really apprehensive but the camera just panned to Beckett warming in the bullpen and a warm oozie feeling overtook me. Current mood: anxiously calm.

7:49 pm
Lugo calls for Manny's ball and misses it. I again feel the vomit rise in my throat, overtaking the stupid butterflies. Even that simple fly ball was something Manny could've handled.

8:02 pm
Pedroia jacks a 2-run homer over the Monstah and I think I cheered so loud I woke my deaf neighbor up. Over the fucking moon. 5-2 Boston.

8:16 pm
Jonny Papelbon's stare - the one with the eyes glaring from beneath the brim of his hat - is debilitatingly hot!

8:27 pm
Lowell doubles. STUD. Drew singles and I'm beside myself. Holy shit, where did he come from? Worthy of 15 mil? Not yet, but I'll take it.

8:46 pm
Youk and Scott bear an unsettling resemblance. Youk just homered and yes, the hubby got some lovins last night.

8:54 pm
Ellsbury has floated to left, Crispie in center. Leadoff hit to left but the next hitter lines a drop ball into left to Jacoby who dives and shows us why he's here. Crispie tracks one down in center....AND WE'RE WORLD SERIES BOUND!!!!!!! Final score 11-2. Whoooooooooooooooooo! Whooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! And Brendan, we really were looking for you in the crowd!!!!

I took pics of last night as well. I'll post those at some point in time today!!!!