People,

Sorry about the past few days, but Blogger decided to crash hard and not let me into my blog. Bastards! Don't they realize what they're depriving the world of? HA.

Anywho, because of the break I have a few entries waiting to be put down on virtual paper, but of course they are going to have to wait. You see, a little team called the Boston Red Sox did the unthinkable last night. Good god damn I've never been more excited about a sports victory in my life.

We (H-Bomb, Rocking Robin, Brendo, LBS, Fantelope, 12-G and myself) gathered in my living room and took the whole thing in. I drank at least three liters of diet coke. We collectively polished off all the Halloween candy we bought for the kids. Both LBS and H-Bomb complained of heart-attack-like chest pains. I smoked like a chimney. Fantelope? Well, he sat there in a state of stoic dignity like the urban Buddha he is.

In the ninth we all took each other's hands and watched as Keith finished the red birds off. Then we freaked the fuck out. I thought I was going to pass out from screaming and jumping up and down and Brendo, well, I think he may have died. I'm not sure. I probably should check on that.

In the aftermath we walked down to Davis Square to see what was going on. All in all, it was a peaceful crowd and the nature of the people was so un-Boston. By that I mean everyone was hugging and high-fiving, strangers were meeting and everyone was happy. It's weird but pretty amazing to be in a group of a thousand people or so who are all just incredibly happy. It felt kind of like some Red Sox cult with Curt Schilling being the new David Koresh.

Of course, it wouldn't be a night out if there wasn't something to complain about. And sure enough, Pete and I were heckled by a couple backwards baseball cap wearing college morons who assured us that we are now marked for death at their hands.

BBCWCM: Get a haircut!
Me: Fuck you
BBCWCM: You're dead! You wanna fight?
Me: Um, no. I'm 28 years old. Grow up.

Damn.

Anyway, good night all around. And I think this red sox high is going to last for at least a few days and I plan to take full advantage of people treating each other nicely for a change.

Boston Red Sox, 2004 World Champions. Feels good, right?