The Return of Eric Frede and The Sun
All I saw of last night's game was Pap. I caught Timlin's relief outing in the postgame, hosted by Jim Rice and ... Eric Frede!
I enjoyed a cool "pot luck" style dinner with my friend Anne, who isn't even remotely interested in baseball. People like this exist. And lots of them are great people. She's a neighbor of mine who I just recently met. Anyway, I rarely have company and as we were chatting, I noticed things. Embarrassing things. Like, the fact that I just leave my medication out in the kitchen and I write silly reminder notes to myself on my dry erase board. It's a little difficult to rid the room of these things after your friend has been standing there for a while. I was able to snag the medication, but how do you casually start wiping down your dry erase board in mid conversation? Awkward.
Anyway, I was disappointed by the Yankees' stupid come back victory last night. I saw the final Posada run on MLB "gameday." It sucks to be the Rangers today, knowing that you squandered such a handsome lead. Mariano "The Skull" Rivera is weakening, it seems. I wonder if he's going to try another type of pitch someday.
Oh yeah, and something very weird happened last night - around 6:15 PM. This crazy thing came out of hiding:
I was at Whole Foods and everyone in the produce section just stopped what they were doing and looked out the windows, as if an alien space craft was hovering over Alewife station. The store announcer came over the PA and said, "Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen, that's just the sun." We are getting glorious sunshine this morning, but ... for ... how ... long?