In the bathroom this morning, I was making my typical “I am not awake right now” pre-coffee sound effects, and Anna said, “It’s okay,” because she thought I was bemoaning the Yankees’ loss last night, which actually hadn’t occurred to me yet. In my not-quite-even-half-conscious state, however, I was pretty sure she had mumbled “Tolkien,” which would have been very strange because I was on my way to Chaucer.
As it turns out, Chaucer was cancelled, so Holly and I are in the library catching up on all the work we put off while we faithfully watched the Yankees go down in history all week. And I do mean down. So here we are, slaving away in the atrium…
The Last Basselope
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I guess I really can’t complain when our assignment is to “write a few lines” about a picture book with great illustrations.
So, baseball. I was so excited for the series to go back to New York because it’s just more fun to watch your home team when they’re at home. It is not fun to watch when they are losing. And even less fun when they are cheating (A-Rod, for shame!) and the fans’ behavior is drawing the attention of cops donned in riot gear. At the same time, letting the series go would be so much easier if Boston fans were better winners. The rivalry is fun, but it’s supposed to be about loving your team and having positive spirit, not abuse for the opponent! But go ahead, take it all out on me, have your fun, Red Sox. You earned your moment, for sure. New York will be back. I still heart my boys in pinstripes (especially you, Bernie!)
Quote of the day: “Oh, chariot, your golden waves are walking down upon this face, Oh, chariot I’m singing out loud” – Gavin DeGraw
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