Yeesh, this cannot be good for my productivity tomorrow
….but I don’t feel the least bit tired, and it’s game seven of the ALCS, and the Sox are down by two in the bottom of the eighth, and I kind of secretly want the Rays to win (even though the Red Sox are my American League team, and why yes, you can have favorites by league, thanks for asking) because the Red Sox are kind of the new Yankees, and I kind of want to see this out-of-nowhere team make it to the World Series, especially because I am not one of those Fox television execs who are no doubt are busily sacrificing goats and chickens and everything else they can reach in hopes that the Red Sox win.
Update: And the Rays win. Guess those Fox execs should have pulled out the big guns. In the meantime, I am mourning my poor Sox (yes, I rooted against them, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy to see them lose) and rolling my eyes at Chip Caray: “After all those years of futility, [the Rays] finally have something to celebrate.” Way to be a downer there, Chip.