Quirky
Short sentences. I like 'em. Tonight at least. Don't know why. Gotta go with the flow.
I'm getting married soon. Under two weeks. I'm flying to Boston soon. Under 4 days.
You ask for comments. You get comments. You answer the questions in the comments. People stop commenting. I don't get it.
I let you guys drive and I have to say, it feels like I'm trying to turn off the freeway between exits. Some people are joking. Some people are serious. But who should I answer? Let's start with the real drivers. The upscale chauffeurs on the highway of my blog. The drunken fools I will answer later.
I have a point to make in this blog. But first, a rant. Last night I was following the Red Sox game on ESPN gamecast. I watched as Jonathan Papelbon give up a home run in the 8th inning to reduce the Red Sox lead to 6-5. I then watched the Red Sox nearly blow the lead in the 9th inning before Papelbon closed out the game. Or so I thought. Apparently ESPN got the score wrong. Really, the aforementioned home run tied the score at 6-6. The Red Sox lost in the 10th inning. I thought they had won. When I later saw the correct final score I was mad. Very mad.