OK, I’m a transplanted Bostonian. Sorta. Kinda. Long story.
I’m also a sports buff.
I’m also in Israel, 7 time zones away.
So, the celtics haven’t won anything since I was a teenager in Boston (20+ years ago ( :eek: )). No prob there (except for the heartache, of course).
The 'Sox and the 'Pats? Not worth following either. At least until the Pats started winning. And even then, I was content to follow from afar, at a time lag. Or so it was until this fall.
So, I get to follow the Red Sox’ (and the Red Sock’s - y’all know whose) unbelievable Magical Mystery Tour by finding myself waking up at 4:00 AM to check how the game came out…
And still I keep my trap shut.
And now it’s Super Sunday. My team is playing; on the verge of becoming The football dynasty of the millennium. And the kickoff is at … 1:30 AM Monday morning :smack: :mad:
For the very first time in my life, I find myself wishing the Flat Earth Contingent of the Loony Bin had it right…
Gah!
Dani
Well waddya want? I said it was lame!!