Well I finally have a working computer again. But that doesn't mean I work any less. But at least now I can blog should I actually have time for it.

So we're 7 out in the loss with 91 left. No team in the AL has a better record in its last ten games than the Red Sox. Except for the Royals. We've won 2 in a row. Our pitching continues to be good, and I've been saying all year that it's better to have your bed-shitting on the hitting side. If you're losing 10-5 every day, you're baked scrod. But we pitch well, so all we have to do is let that proverbial weather heat up and that dead zone in our lineup should do likewise.

You know what's funny? How so many people in sports and life make predictions based on what's already happened as if the past equals the future. Remember when the AL East was all bunched up, and every third grandsister and her aunt-cle was saying, "looks like a dogfight this year, I see it going down to the wire, the division is up for grabs, there isn't one good..." and on and on? I mean how many years do you have to watch sports before you realize that what the standings look like 20% of the way through the season isn't what they look like at the end? So right now the guaranteed-to-be-bunched-up- for-eternity AL East goes

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3.5
4
7.5
13

Have some ovaries and make a real prediction, people! Go ahead, predict the Rays to make up 13 games and win this thing by 13 more, quietly, to yourself, just to see how exhilarating it feels!

As for the picture, I took it Monday night in Bryant Park in NYC. Kim and I went down for the season opener, Saturday Night Fever. And before the movie, this guy was holding this girl up with his feet in all kinds of crazy poses. Fine play on both ends, if you will. This is the second time in a few days that I was just sitting there watching a woman...be upside down. For extended lengths of time. As for the movie, it was fun as usual. Much like how I'm the first one at Fenway to stand for the 7th inning stretch (99% of fans don't realize it's coming up and don't stand until the PA person mentions it), I was the first one to stand for the traditional Bryant Park pogo/rhythmic clap that goes along with the old HBO theme they play before movies (as filmed by me in 2008). Everybody was really into it. And lots of dancing along with the movie. SNF ends on a downer, so there's no real "yay, we win" moment for the crowd to go crazy to. So the biggest reaction was to that scene where Travolta breaks out that floor-clearing solo piece.

Got the call mid-movie from my mom at Fenway, who let me hear Dirty Water. She got to tap the Rubby slippers live. And Lester matched him tonight. World Series, here we come. But let's get into third place first....