It's lovely when it gets to be October and there's a crispness in the air and the leaves are turning and indian summer is trying to hold back the chilly winter. But let's face it. . . sometimes it's lovely because you're not outside enjoying it, but inside watching the Red Sox in the post-season.
I admit, I do not watch many games during the regular season. There are just too damn many of them to take up precious spring and summer outings, but L is a monitor so I always know how the Red Sox are doing anyway. I don't even have to look it up on ESPN because she does practically every day. I don't know how many evening conversations have a non-sequitous insertion of "The Red Sox won" or "The Red Sox lost" (though this hasn't happened very often this year). Yes, our Red Sox Nation boasts the best record in baseball, the cutest pitchers, the big Papi, and the dredlocked Mani.
So if you wonder where we are, just check to see that the Red Sox are still in the playoffs, and if they aren't, we've gone on a very long long bikeride.
