Jon Sagara

Or, more accurately, it looks like Pedroia picked a good year to become a fixture in the Red Sox lineup.

Anyway, congrats, BoSox!

Congratulations to both Kelly and Darci for completing the Lake Natoma Four Bridges Half Marathon yesterday.  That's Kelly in the black shorts above, just about to cross the finish line.  She finished in just a shade over 2.5 hours.  Damn impressive, if you ask me!

When Troy woke up Monday morning, he had this little mouse underneath his left eye.  Boy, was it ever awkward dropping him off at day care.

DC: What happened to his eye?

Me: Uh, he just woke up and had it under his eye.  It wasn't like that when we put him to sleep, I swear!

DC (in a patronizing tone): Oh, maybe he just fell on a toy or something.

Great.  So, I'm not a child abuser, I'm just a neglectful, negligent parent.  Yay, me.

Luckily, Kelly was able to get Troy into the doctor that afternoon, who diagnosed the mouse as a lower-eyelid bacterial infection.  72 fl. oz. of of amoxicillin later, the mouse is gone.

Actually, it had largely subsided by Tuesday morning, which made my day care encounter only slightly less awkward:

DC: So what's the verdict?

Me: Lower-eyelid bacterial infection

DC (with a cathartic sense of relief that one of their customers isn't a child beater): Oh, GOOD!!! 

So, that reaction essentially confirmed my suspicion that in their minds, I was guilty until proven innocent.

I guess I shouldn't be upset, lest I lose sight of what's really important here: Troy-boy gets to keep his left eyeball until the next time I let him juggle Vaseline-covered ice picks while riding a unicycle down a cobblestone road.

In his defense, I have it on good authority that I used to sleep in the exact same position (thanks, Mom). 

So, Troy?  Once again, as with the looks, You. Are. Welcome.

I will seek and find you.

I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.

I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.

I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.

I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.

And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.

All my love,

The Flu

Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot! 

By Anonymous.

[h/t to Kelly]

I just noticed that my GAfYD email inbox quota increased from 2 GB to 4GB.

Thanks, Google!

One of the saddest moments in Field of Dreams is when Archie “Moonlight” Graham has to give up his dream of playing with some of the biggest names in baseball to save Ray Kinsella’s daughter from choking on a hot dog.  And yet, Graham does it with only a slight amount of hesitation.  He knows that his true calling in life is to be a doctor.

It has freaked me out the past couple of games to see Jacoby Ellsbury playing for the Red Sox, and after just a moment of thought, I finally figured out why: Jacoby Ellsbury is Moonlight Graham!

Well, I’d best be getting home to bed.  Alicia Kelly will think I’ve got a girlfriend.

PeRoYa, that's who.

A two-run shot to give the Sox a 5-2 lead.  Then a 3-RBI double to really open it up.

After a slow start to the playoffs, he really came through in the clutch.

w00t!

Update: More Pedroia goodness

Babies are smaller, cuter versions of full-grown human beings, so it stands to reason that their diarrhea would be less explosive, better smelling, and just an all around pleasant experience, right?

Right???

No.

That is all.  Carry on.