I missed the game today.
I could lie and say it was because I had an extremely important social engagement.
I could make up an excuse about not feeling well.
I could pretend I was kidnapped and held captive in a room without a TV.
But I can’t do it. So I’ll tell the truth and admit that the reason I missed the game was because I’m a dumb blonde.
When I saw that the game was on at 4 pm, I thought that meant 4 pm PACIFIC TIME, because, after all, the games out here on the west coast have been later. So I sat around the house all day, waiting for 4 o’clock. About 3:59, I turned on the TV and gasped. They were in the 9th inning and the Yanks were about to win it 7-1!
Oh, well. It sounds like CC was fabulous, not only holding down the Mariners but giving the bullpen a breather.
And good for Swisher getting that homer. Nice day for Andruw Jones too, which probably spells the end for Jorge as a DH against lefties. Apparently, everybody in the starting lineup had a hit. I’m happy, obviously. I’m just sorry I didn’t see the fun, especially after suffering through the last couple of losses.
But enough whining. I now have a few unexpected hours to kill. I think I’ll go browsing on my On Demand cable channel and find a movie or two to watch. Could be worse.
Happy July 4th tomorrow.
Oh, wait. It’s Memorial Day.
(Just kidding. I’m not that bad.)
P.S. I went to see “Surf Dog” at his hot dog stand yesterday, and he gave me an earful about the Yankees. I’ll post the video tomorrow night.