Forget about Gagne gacking up a 1 run lead in the ninth: If my memory serves me, winning the division is not a prerequisite to being the World Series winner. And besides, we still are in first place: so unless I find out otherwise, all I can hear is "blah, blah, blah, blah"
Ciera had her first REAL game tonight as a cheerleader for the Yellow Jackets.
Between chasing Rakes off the bleachers, telling Rakes to STOP kicking dirt on people, and threatening Rakes with corporal punishment if he DIDN'T LEAVE THAT LITTLE BOY'S TOY alone, I thought she was fantastic.
In fact, a prettier cheerleader you could never find. The fact that none of the girls had any idea there was a game going on doesn't matter: in fact, I couldn't tell you if the football team won or lost.
I was there to watch my little girl cheer: as a sports fan, you have no idea how weird that is for me to type. But I honestly don't know: when it comes to your children, everything you've ever believed in just sort of gets tossed to the side.
A big thank you to JD for updating me during the game with the Sox score: I'm starting to think I should have stayed there for an extra hour: Rakes wouldn't have cared. He just wanted to climb the bleachers and terrorize the other kids.
Tomorrow is another day: the Sox have a 2.5 game lead. And the Natural is on the hill.
It's not perfect: but I'll take it.
Does anyone know a Dr. I can get some Prozac from cheap?
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