Our girl Chicky went and got herself knocked up recently and is feeling like crap. She deserves a little Red Sox Nation goodness so when the Sox took the second game of the playoffs tonight I tipped my beer towards to the east. Chicky, our boys are rolling. I even apologized to Manny because I'd been bashing his lackluster fielding and at bats all night long - so when he smacked that ball into a walk off game winning home run I ate my words and I promised yet again to be a nicer person.
I don't know if it's the Sox or the infectious heart melting way J watches them, but either way I sit there all teary every time they pull it off.
Who's coming to watch Sunday's game? Beer's already on ice. O'Douls for Chicky, and all the other mamas who've knocked themselves up lately too.