I did something last night that I have never done before in my life. And what could this first experience for me be?
I watched a World Series game.
And why would I watch World Series game when I hadn't ever felt the need to before? Because the Texas Rangers are playing!
I've never been a really big baseball fan. I mean, it's OK, but I tend to live the old adage:
Baseball is America's pastime, but football is America's passion.
Speaking of, I dare you to watch this video and still question Tony Romo's heart, dedication, and toughness.
I double dare you. I triple dare you.
I triple dog dare you.
Tonight, I am watching my second ever World Series game. Why? Because the Texas Rangers are playing. I grew up an Astros fan, but where I live now, they mostly show the Cardinals. I've become a fan by default, but there will always be a spot in my heart for the 'Stros.
You know, in other sports, when a player gets hurt, you think "Auuugh! He hurt his knee!" In football, you think "Whew! It was only a knee." Then you think "Auugh!" but first, there is that slight moment of relief that it wasn't something worse. Like a neck.
Quote of the Week: If the truth kills a man, let him die. --Keith Brooking
Did I ever mention that I love that man?
I love that man!
They're predicting down into the 30s tonight. Could this be the night I finally turn my heater on? There's just something cozy and comforting about having the heater running. Once you get past the stench of burnt dust, and the screeching of the smoke alarms, and the ensuing panic of the pets, that is.
I miss the old kind of baseball uniforms, with the knee pants and the stripy sock things. I do NOT miss the old Denver Broncos uniforms with their stripy sock things.
Ugh. Where's the brain bleach? I'm going to have nightmares, now.
Sus, you're welcome. He he he...