SWEEP!!!

If it hadn't been one o'clock in the morning and I wasn't beyond exhausted, I would have totally recapped last night. Wild elation, nausea over the drama (Delcarmen! Oki! Don't DO that to me!), and then wild elation all over again.

They so deserve it and Mike Lowell is the sweetest, most generous player to ever walk out of that clubhouse and if they let him go for Alex Fucking Jackass Rodriguez, I will weep. I was so happy for them, especially guys like Schilling and Timlin (might be the last in Sox uniforms), Kielty (that homerun, holy shit!), and of course, Pedroia and Ellsbury. Other teams talk about being a team; I really, truly believe it when these guys do. They rise together and they fall together and they fucking WIN together. Everyone, from Papelbon and Varitek to Hinske and Kielty to Papi and Manny, they all worked together to bring this back to Boston. They truly are the best team in baseball and I love to watch them play and win triumph.

Even JD Drew gets my love tonight.

C'mon, Schilling!

I can't even talk about it.

First off, yesterday was incredible.

Secondly, these yahoos that Fox have on for their pre-game and mid-game shows need to shut up.

Thirdly, HOW AWESOME IS DUSTIN PEDROIA?? I take it back, everything I said about getting rid of Loretta in favor of Pedroia, I take back. He is a god.

Fourthly, Kevin Youkilis needs to shave off that thing on his face AND keep hitting the ball like that. I thought he was going to fall down at home plate last night, though, when he was chugging along from first to home on that double from Ortiz (Congrats on the engagement, Youk!).

Fifthly (fifth?), SUCK IT ROCKIES.

Seriously, though, one game does not a series win. Schilling needs to buckle down, cowboy up, whatever. He just needs to do this.

And Joe Buck and Tim McCarver need to SHUT UP.

Do Or Die

Tonight the Sox have to win or they're eliminated from the playoffs. And my parents got tix for the game because the parent of one of my mom's former students is the GM for the Lowell Spinners, which is the Sox's triple A affiliate. My mom keeps calling me from Fenway on her cell phone and my dad is texting me. I'm so excited for them because my dad's never been to a playoff game before. He's so psyched!

They seriously need to not lose. This is it. They either do this or they're done. The stress is just too much for me. And I loathe Fox so much it's not even funny.

Yesterday at work was kind of hard. When I got to my building, there was crime scene tape everywhere and we were being re-routed to the bank or starbucks' entrance that share the ground floor of our building. I said to one of the guys who works on my floor, "What's going on?" and he pointed to something in the road and said, "Is that a body?" I looked at it hard and sure enough, it was a body. One of the girls in my group was in starbucks and told me that a security guard had jumped from the twelfth floor of our building. Our lobby is floor to ceiling windows so as I was walking to the elevator, I could see the body on the road, covered by a sheet. Even though the sheet was covering him, you could still see blood and bits and things. I don't think I stopped being nauseous until I got home that night and got a big hug from Omar. It just makes me so sad. And it made me angry that the police left the guy in the road for so long, too. I realize they had to investigate, but there was no need to leave that man there. I had never been so glad to leave work that day.

I Will Kill, Well, Maybe Seriously Maim

For the love of God, Tim McCarver needs to shut up.

I realize he's just crazy, so I don't know what Joe Buck's excuse is. How many freaking ways can they repeat themselves? First we had the "Jason Varitek is using his thumb, that means Matsuzaka has more than 4 pitches," inanity. Then it was the "Three days vs five days rest for Beckett" stupidity that went on for ten minutes and was totally pointless since they also acknowledge Terry Francona is pretty committed to putting Wake in for game 4.

It's just moronic. And what bugs me the most is the way every announcer who's not from New England favors the other team, in this case the Indians. They're talking about the Sox like they're dead and gone. They're losing Game three by 2 freaking runs. They're not over and out. They had the greatest comeback in history in 2004 and let's not forget some of the miracles they've pulled off the season, including the Mother's Day game, Curt Schilling's near no hitter, and all those other amazing come from behind moments that make the Red Sox so alternately wonderful and hugely frustrating.

As long as Gagme doesn't get into this game, my heart rate will stay steady. That guy is such a loser. He makes me so damn nauseous I literally turn green. Not a good color for me, clashes with the freckles.

30 - The First Day

CC Sabathia totally made my birthday. TOTALLY.

So the first game of the ALCS being on my birtday was a good omen. In 2004, the ALCS started on my birthday and they went on to win the whole thing.

Omar's birthday gift also made my day. A beautiful, beautiful gold necklace with a lovely diamond drop really does lift your spirits. He has nice taste in jewelry. It matches my wedding bands and the earrings he gave me Christmas a few years ago. I don't own a lot of gold jewelry, so I'm on a hunt for costume stuff that I can wear with it. I know you can mix silver and gold these days, but I'm somewhat of a traditionalist in that sense.

Omar turns 30 in February, so now I have to think of something good to get him. I was thinking about a nice leather laptop case/briefcase, because you should see the ratty tatty thing he totes around that his mother gave him after we graduated from college. He's used it to death. He has a nice backpack that he bought himself to tote the laptop to and from class, but once class is done and he's not toting the laptop around, it will become slightly superfluous. He has a watch, a nice one, it just needs a new battery (although one of mine does too). I don't mean to say we're in competition for who gives the better gift and it's more of a thoughtfulness thing than anything else, but I want to wow him the way he always wows me with gifts. The only time I ever really, really left him speechless was the year I gave him an iPod for Christmas. That was when they were still really new and cost a fortune. It was before we were married and I was actually making more money than him at that point, but with every promotion he got he passed me on the pay scale. Then I quit the store and started in the basement for pay again.

I just had a raise go through and semi-promotion go through at my job. Instead of a service rep for the company, now I'm a senior rep, which was a $4K pay raise and more responsibility. They want me to transfer to the Portsmouth facility eventually, but we're going to have to see what happens with Omar after he graduates in the spring. We'd like to live closer to my parents, just because if a baby does happen to come along my mother could probably convinced to watch it. She's bugging me enough for grandkids, that's for sure.

Off to return some of the clothes I bought at Old Navy because they are ill fitting (dress shirts are tough- they don't button well enough across the chest, but if you buy them the next size up they're too big. I cannot win here, people) and to buy a birthday gift for Daddy-O. We're on our way up to NH this afternoon for annual birthday dinner of spaghetti and meatballs with the fam. I've had the same dinner on my birthday every year since I was nine. And Daddy-O always makes me chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. It's nice how, even at thirty, your parents still want to baby you like you were six.

Watch out, Carmona! Ramirez and Big Papi are on to you. YOU ARE TOAST.

29 Going On 30

Today is my 30th birthday.

My life plan was to finish the novel, have a baby and be a lawyer by this date. 0 for 3.

But there are other things that I have to be grateful for, mainly that my family is well and healthy (for the most part) and that I have a wonderful husband who loves me and whom I love. So it's not really so awful, I suppose. I spent most of my 25th birthday in tears because of how my pathetic life was and I'm determined not to do that today. My life isn't pathetic, it's just taken a different path from what I thought it would be. And I don't mind that path very much at all.

John Mayer Got It Wrong

My body totally is not a wonderland. It is a fucked up thing.

So I spend all these years on the pill in the hopes that it will help my poor messed up reproductive system and relieve the pain of periods. Want to know the cruel, cruel irony? I just got my period, 54 days after the last one, and guess what? No bloating, no pain, no back aches, nada. How is this fucking possible? The only bad thing? My face is breaking out. Not badly or anything, but enough so that it's annoying.

Sox swept the Angels and I can't even talk about how excited that makes me. Now if the Yankees would just die... I mean lose...