Cowboy Up Yours

I’m so tired. Ruthie and I stayed up last night and watched every pitch of the most glorious baseball game I have ever seen. It ended sometime between 12:30 and 1:00 this morning when Aaron Boone abused a knuckleball deep to left. That’s nearly four hours later than I prefer to go to bed when I have to get up at 5:30 the next morning, and I knew I’d feel like this all day, but we did it anyway. The Yankees beat the hated Red Sox in eleven and it was so exciting that when it was over we were too hyped to sleep. Why do I care so much? I don’t know, but if the Yankees get swept by the Marlins in the Series I’ll be okay with it now that they’ve beaten Boston.