Frogs from the Sky
The Bo Sox hurt my eyes with their cavemen-chic and their 28 year old prep-school GM, but last night they somehow entered baseball history by trouncing the Yankees to clinch the AL pennant. I'll refrain from the sports stats attesting to the miraculousness of this feat because Jen K's reaction sums it up so nicely, "I looked outside and expected to see frogs falling from the sky."
Eddie hugged/strangled his Yankee teddie bear through the game. When things got too unbearable he would re-calcuate the exact positioning of totems in his Yankee shrine--moved in its entirety for the occassion to a central location on the couch. More accurately, since Pam was somehow annointed with magical Yankee channeling powers, he would designate Pam's seating in the room depending on how the plays were unfolding.
I'm not a Yankee fan, but know to be respectful in the face of such fan devotion. The spectacular collapse of the gajillion dollar Yankees is as unbelievable as the Bo Sox victory. It's a gloomy day for Eddie. Of course, this didn't stop him from cooking up a gourmet meal of baked penne and a chicken, peppers and sausage dish. He also waited in line TWICE at Bezerkely Bowl to get me a stash of Kyoho grapes. Gotta love this guy.