Well, it's Monday morning and I have no idea how last night's Yankee/Sox clinching game went. I know it was 4-4, and I know it was in the 12th inning at Fenway, but I just couldn't stay up. It was past 1 AM and I just couldn't deal anymore, so, with Tivo (or the cable equivalent) in hand I pressed record on some random show that was listed for the next hour on that channel and went to bed, hoping to watch it this morning before seeing, hearing or reading any news source. However, as a result, I spent half the night with Joe Buck telling me what happened in my head, giving me a play by play about how the Red Sox (or at times, the Yankees) won. Many of them were quite convincing, but at one point I actually found myself telling myself that that voice is not attached to anything that would be attached to anything that's turned ON, so there's no way it knows the score.
NOTE: I didn't say that voice didn't exist...'cause it might have. ;)
Also, a part of me WANTED the Sox to win, so there'd be more baseball to watch tonight's 5 PM game, which is much more managable, especially on a day I'm remaining sick-ish and billing from home).
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