Big Day for me today: my youngest boy, Trot, said "Sox" for the first time.
Actually, it was more "Dox": and it was paired with "baw" so it ended up being "baw Dox".
Still, so far his vocabulary has consisted of a handful of words, so him saying anything close to Sox is big for his Dad.
He's still a bit young to teach "Yankees Suck" yet, so maybe we'll work on "Papi" tomorrow.
Top of the 5th at the Toilet, and it's 6-1 Indians: so far, so good. If I can keep from going insane at the TBS announcers practically practicing witchcraft in order for a 5th and deciding game to happen, and ignore Chip Carey and his radio announcer voice, it'll be a miracle.
What a knob this guy is: he's going ape over a 1, 2, 3 inning and the Yankees are down by 5. Somehow he'll be able to spin Slappy being 0 for 2 with 2 K's the next time he pirouettes his way to home plate.
It almost makes me wish for Buck and McCarver.