Ciera bought a Hannah Montana wig at the store tonight and as soon as she get's home with the thing, Heckle and Jeckle just HAD to try it on. Rakes looks like some demented Paris Hilton while Trot looks like Cousin It from "The Addams Family". Only if Cousin It had a pacifier and wore Toy Story pajamas.
Today was Truck Day, which I posted about on Tuesday this past week. What was great about today was two of my friends,Cynand Kelly, were interviewed by the local media in Boston and ended up making the 6 o'clock news!
Everything the Sox need to kick off Spring Training got loaded on a 18 wheeler and took off for Florida today, and all across the country lunatics just like me celebrated like we all just won the lottery. 'Cause in some weird way, we did.
Next week, Tek and Dougie will start working with the pitching staff; unlike last season it doesn't look like they'll have to break in any newbie, though with Schilling going down for the forseeable future, I imagine that will change.
Not long after that the rest of the team will sort of filter into camp, and sooner or later, Planet Manny will arrive. There'll be games on NESN, updates every half hour, and seemingly normal people like me will watch like it's Game 7 of the World Series.
Why? Because we're all just a tad nuts? Well, yeah. But it's not JUST that. It's what all of it actually means.
We watch because it means there are only 59 days or so and counting until Opening Day and another season begins.
6 months of happiness, anger, sadness, elation, stomach ulcers, and pure unadulterated joy.