I'm going to New York today! Woo!
I sound like such a tourist. I guess I am a tourist. See you at the Olive Garden in Times Square! I'll be the one wearing the foam Statue of Liberty crown.
I'm going to the Friday night and Saturday afternoon Sox-Yankees games with my dad. I've never been to Yankee Stadium before... I'm hugely excited and a little intimidated. Everything about it will seem ass-backwards. Because, well, it is. Do they even play baseball there, or just dance around their piles of money?
Oh snap. I got plenty more junior high locker room trash talkin' where that came from.
I'm glad for my dad to get back to that ballpark. He hasn't been in years, and he's (as you may already know) a diehard Yankees fan. Thank God it's not something you can pass onto your children, because that would've been worse than fetal alcohol syndrome.
The other stuff that makes this trip resplendent with awesomeness is that I get to meet Darren, who made me feel like a rock star with his latest blog entry. I can't wait to hear the deafening collapse of your high expectations, my friend. And I also get to see Dave, Kate, and Jason! And maybe Miss Peach! And unfortunately not Nabbalicious this time, but she was kind enough to fix all my aforementioned blog issues, so yay for her, too!
Anyway, the one good thing about Boston's crappy standings is that I'm not too worried about this: