Doodletown Fifers

Every once in a while, I swear they're bugging my house. Last weekend, Chan and I were looking for snack treats at the local convenience store. I wanted my standard Jax cheese doodles. They didn't have any, so I got Wise potato chips. Chan got Wise cheese doodles. He was telling me how good they were, so I tried some. The Wise kind are like Cheetos as opposed to the more doodly Jax variety. I found myself loving them. I ate half the bag. Chan left for Connecticut, and I ate the rest, deciding I'd just buy another bag, eat the first half of that bag, leaving him with a half-bag. Then he got home, I told him what I'd done, and he said, "It's okay, you can finish that bag, too." Which I did immediately.

I almost blogged about it. I was even trying to come up with some joke about how Chester Cheetah is a little "too extreme," making Wise the perfect doodle for me.

So unless Lucchino's monitoring me (battling Steinbrenner's secret cameras that have been here all along), what are the odds that a week later, the Red Sox name Wise the official cheez doodle of the Boston Red Sox? How often do they put out press releases like this anyway? I swear, ever since I got to the point of buying almost ten Fenway games per year and they introduced the 10-game plan, I've been in tune with the team in weird ways. I'm like their test audience or something.