I've been waiting all damned week for my Saturday morning sleep-in, and I finally got it.  I feel SO much better now.  I've been a slug since I got up but am about to get cracking on a bunch of necessary house chores.  With both my games starting in the 7:00 hour tonight, I have a nice chunk of time available, which is a good thing.

Last night's baseball outing with my family didn't happen because there was a good-sized T-storm moving through when we made our decision around 5:00, with a HUGE area of rain headed straight towards us.  Rather than sit on metal bleachers in drizzle (with a 2-month-old baby who was being super fussy yesterday), we decided we'd wait until next summer's visit for a Tourists game.  Unfortunately (thus the "waaahh" tag), the big rain petered out about an hour away, and it wasn't half bad out by game time, just cloudy and damp (which my sister and her family are used to, as they live in Portland, Oregon).  Too late, though...as it would have taken them probably an hour to get things together and drive to Asheville.  I felt badly for being so alarmist about the pending weather when I talked to my brother-in-law (although really, who knew the rain would break up?) and tried to call to apologize for that but ended up leaving a message.  If all goes well I may get to see them early in the week for a family cookout before they head back to Oregon.  :::crosses fingers:::

Anyway, instead of live baseball I flipped back and forth between the Red Sox and Cardinals games all evening.  The short of it?  Yay for wins, both a rain-delayed win at Fenway and a walkoff win in St. Louis (thanks to #41 from Albert!).  And Julio, who had been in a slump lately, seems to be coming out of it.  He had a couple of hits last night and, by the way, he also made a webgemmesque catch-roll-throw from his knees from pretty far out between first and second that had the announcers hollering.

Off to the races here, but I must first wish a very Happy Birthday to hanachan01 -- hope it's a great one!

Later...

Geeze, I don't know what I did to myself, but I feel LOUSY...and I'm too far from Fenway to have caught it from Coco, Youk and Beckett!  I've gotten plenty of sleep so far this weekend (sorely needed), but 1) my back is acting up despite the exercise regimen and the custom designed shoe inserts (which I'm wearing even around the house), and 2) the big bowl of pasta with shrimp that I had for lunch didn't agree with me. I think I ate too much too fast after having only souped-up oatmeal up to that point in the day. I'm not SICK sick...just really queasy. It's pretty warm out as well, which only adds to the misery. I'm definitely not feeling up to going to the grocery store, the health food store, putting air in my tires and pumping gas. The grocery store and gas station are open tomorrow, not sure about the health food store, but all I need there is artisan bread, yes I'm a bread snob. Anyway, perhaps I'll shop tomorrow if I've recovered by then, but even better in terms of gas conservation would be to do it Tuesday after work, because all those places are near my office. I'd miss part of the game, but details. Not that there aren't other grocery stores or gas stations in town...it's just that the nice grocery stores and low gas prices are over that way. I'm picky like that.

Anyway...I guess I'll sit here with the hot pack on my back, eat some "sick tummy soup" after awhile, and putter on the 'puter. Need to download some diagnostic stuff to supplement my McAfee anti-everything because I don't trust that one program to catch everything that may try to attack my precious computer. I also need to back up the 150+ Sox-related pics I've saved off the Internet in the last few weeks. And I need to order my Coco shirt. Fun stuff like that. The Dodgers are on national TV tonight, so I'll probably peek in on Manny's ABs a time or two. In other baseball news around the league, Albert Pujols has pulled ahead of Chipper Jones in the batting title race, .364 to .359. Good work, big guy!

I hate that we lost today. Our bats were not at their best and we kept on stranding runners. Pedey came so close to being the hero in the bottom of the 9th, but...oh well, tomorrow's another day. Bring on Baltimore!