Took the kids to the local city park tonight, which has a car ride, an airplane ride, a train, and an honest to God working carousel: first time for Trot and it was a huge success.
Along for the trip was my much less attractive little brother Matt, his wife Amanda, and his little girl, Sweet Caroline. We rode the carousel first, and something tells me Trot and Caroline won't want to get back on it anytime soon. For Trot, I think it was the horse he was on going up and down: I have no idea why Caroline didn't like it. For now, I'll blame her Dad.
Otherwise, it was a hit: Rakes rode the helicopter ride like he was some WWII pilot, Ciera was pre-teen dignified riding her Ostrich on the carousel, and I alternated between calm and harried, depending on where Rakes was at any given minute.
Best ride of the night? The train: it goes around the park 3 times, and as you can see from the picture, my youngest wasn't scared in the least: in fact, he jibber jabbered more on this ride than he did at any of the others.
It proved to be a good omen, as Beckett and the Red Sox treated the Devil Rays like a pinata tonight: 15-4 , with 21 hits. Beckett get's win #12, and with any justice, the starting nod in the All-Star game. When Coco hit the granny in the first making it 6-0, I relaxed. When Lowell hit the 3 run HR one inning later, I put on my slippers, propped up my feet, and relaxed.
No Tums: no nervous pacing: and no hiding behind the couch tonight for me. Just a good old fashioned beat down of the team we get to face 15 more times this year: yep, you heard me. 15 more vs the Rays and 12 more vs the Orioles. I'm positively giddy at the thought.
Somebody really, REALLY, likes the Red Sox.
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