As with Opening Day, I will be in the office. No Patriots' Day off for this Cinderella (actually, I could have taken the day if I wanted to; I just chose not to, or, more accurately, forgot it was coming and thus forgot to request it off). So there will be no Marathon Monday, beer-drinking, or Sox-watching for me this year, alas. I may update later if NESN actually decides to show a replay (which, if my luck holds true, they won't.)
Here's hoping, though, that Lenny DiNardo outdoes himself in the starter's role and that the Sox give us more than the Battles of Lexington and Concord to celebrate today.
Update: This morning the guys on my morning show were moaning about Wily Mo, talking about how Theo "must be thinking, 'damn, I fucked up'," when he sees how well Bronson's doing compared with Wily Mo's difficulty adjusting. I was actually yelling at my radio about this. "No, guys, actually, this is exactly what Theo was expecting." I even thought about calling in, as I do about every other day, but didn't, because even though I like listening to the show they're a bunch of sexist assholes who would probably ask me a rude question about my anatomy if I called to argue sports with them (I've heard it happen to other women before. We'll get into the deeper psychological implications of the fact that I still listen to this show every morning another time.).
But today, after following the game via Gameday and the anguished shouts of the salesmen listening to WEEI in the next row over, I have to say I've developed a sympathy for their frustration. Once again, Wily Mo struck out in the bottom of the ninth with a chance to prove himself.
However. Oh, however. Then all of a sudden the salesmen were shouting and shouts could be heard from the other end of the office and then another, like an echo, from way off in the other corner...and someone turned the radio up to full volume and I could hear Joe Castiglione shouting "MARK LORETTA WINS THE GAME ON A WALKOFF HOME RUN" and there, finally, was the comeback we've been denied so far in this homestand.
Even though I didn't see it, the way I felt it, as if through osmosis, the way just being at work in the company of other Red Sox fans meant I was told the news right away, and heard the call as it happened...there's something delicious about that, too.