GO SOX! GO SOX! GO SOX! GO SOX!
06 October 2003-11:59 p.m.
And I emerge from hiding only to scream "
Just spent a nerve wracking time watching the sox squeak by the A's. Dear lord teh boys nearly gave me a heart attack. But they did it. I yelled at my mother over the phone. I was talking to her about the game and then promptly screamed "I have to call Alyssa!" an hung up. Called Alyssa and was greeted with unintelligable screaming. I think she knew it was me. I screamed back at her. There was a full round of just nonsense screaming that setteled down into actual words and phrases. Suck as "GO SOX" or "OH MY GOD THEY DID IT!" along with "BRING ON THE YANKEES!" and well as "is that Babe Ruth's head? What an interesting sign." That last one wasn't screamed.
Now I must go to bed, but am so excited sleep is looking all but impossible at the moment. I'll have to read for a bit. I would give my pinkie to be in Boston right now. Have just given thought to throwing caution and money worries to the wind and hoping on a plane if they get into the world series. That town will be insane. I wouldn't actually need tickets. I doubt that I will loose my mind that much, but boy is it tempting.