My husband has already warned the entire group not to bother me during the game. Good. He saves me the trouble of shooing pesky, non-game-watching people away. These folks are well-meaning, but need to learn to save non-game talk for non-game time. Let's not discuss Aunt Betty's recent health troubles during the ballgame shall we? My mother says I once rebuked her at a game for changing seats during an inning. I mean, am I being unreasonable here? Please tell me if I am. I want to know such things.
Ok. We're a game and a half back of the Twinks. I hate them. Most passionately. I will also be at the series finale versus the Twins on Sunday of next week, with another family outing. Heaven help them. I will do all I can to defeat the evil that is Twinkie-dom. Especially Jason Kubel. He is the root of all evil, I think. I am researching some very effective hexes right now to cause his bat (and glove) to always miss the ball. As if that's not enough, I am also working on a way to bring Cliff Lee here without giving up Brennan Boesch. I know, right? This would be awesome! You're welcome.