Oct. 17th, 2003

prog: (tiles)
"I cast magic missile," says Donald Rumsfeld, as jmac adds:

That was quite the thing last night, hey? A most tense and excellent league championship series, if observed from a disinterested viewpoint. Which I lack, alas.

Around the top of the eighth I was so tired of refreshing boston.com like it was my LJ friends page that I walked to the Diesel to get a decaf. Glad I did, because I took joy in seeing people pressed to the various bars' doors and windows to watch the TVs within. (The Diesel had a TV, too.) Walking back I ran into something sudden and beautiful: a Domino's employee, middle-aged guy, talking to someone I couldn't see who was standing in the kitchen. He was saying, "Well, he got a base hit... that means he goes to first base. The team scores whenever someone can run all the way around! Now, there's nine innings, and..."

I nearly lost it. Seriously. Was sniffling 'til I got to my front door.

And all the headlines are comisseratory today. This town is my home.

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