less talk more rokk
there was a span that ended last night, where i didn't get home from work until well past 9 for five days out of six. the missing day was sunday. so, you know, it's been a little busy. and i'm more than a little fried, and probably rather more goofy than normal, which is only going to get worse; i ain't done yet.
on the other hand, my order from amazon arrived the other day, which means that when i get some free time, i'm going to waste plenty of it playing 'guitar hero'. in my case, it's a self-limiting addiction, since my left hand gets tired after a while. i think one of my roommates might already be hooked on it. it's like brightly colored, noisy crack, which has the bonus feature of allowing you to look totally ridiculous with a toy guitar in the privacy of your own home. i'll be honest. i left work 'early' (read:830pm) one night 'cause i wanted to go home and play.
and then, last night, garrett convinced me that i should probably go to the baseball game, so i finally broke the streak of working wicked late, and made it there for the fourth inning. it was nice to be back, even though i'm clearly bad luck. there is a theory that i need to burn my 'damon is my homeboy' shirt before i can be good luck again. we'll have to give that a try, perhaps soon. standing-room only tickets are awfully nice when you're 6'4", even if last night, the frosty wind doing its best to freeze us in our spots. matsuzaka wasn't as impressive as he was in kansas city, but on the other hand, if he pitched like that every night, he'd win most of his games and not a soul would complain. hernandez, well, flirted with a no-hitter; it's hard to compete with that. nevertheless, at the start of the eighth inning, the crowd essentially seemed to take it upon itself to put that to an end, roaring as one for j.d. drew to get something started, and he almost instantaneously responded with a hit up the middle. sure, it was just as quickly followed by a double-play, but it saved them the indignity of being no-hit. no one wanted to see that. as i went to go get some coffee, there was a large group of japanese tourists, wearing matching red sox jackets, embroidered with their names, piling in through gate d. i really hope they made it up the ramp to see matsuzaka throw a pitch or two; this was in the top of the 7th, and he was done after that. it would really suck to come all the way from japan to see him and miss it completely.
