Why can't God only let it rain during the Winter?

6th inning at Fenway and the Umps have called a rain delay due to the fact there was a report someone saw an ark floating down Lansdowne Street.

Sox are losing 2-1 so I'm hoping ownership has instructed everyone who'll listen that if they have to play at 1 a.m. they will, but I'm not holding out too much hope. If you take a look at the Boston radar you'd get the impression we're getting ready for 40 days and 40 nights of this mess.

Thankfully I'm enjoying this from the comfort of my office rather than sitting in the rain like my friends Cyn and Kelly; although knowing them, they are safely ensconced under the bowels of Fenway in some out of the way corner where there is a beer vendor and a sausage guy the normal fan doesn't know about. Kelly is wicked awesome in her knowledge of the park and it's nooks and crannies in a way the Fenway tour guides could only DREAM of reaching.

So I'm left here watching Red Sox Rewind on NESN, celebrating the Skanks losing to the worst team in all of baseball in the Washington Nationals (Heh.) and wondering what to do with myself for the next 2 hours until I can get to bed.

I wonder if George Foreman is pimping anything over at the Home Shopping Network?