Things (Jill and) I accomplished this weekend while sleeping past 10 both days:

-Raking a yardful of leaves and mowing the lawn, after expletive-laden battles with two lawnmowers
-Outfitting our living room, kitchen, and master bedroom windows and doors with curtains, sheers, and valances
-Staining another section of the posts and railings of our front porch
-Watching almost every inning of a Red Sox win (thanks to Byron) and an Indians win (thanks to Brett and Vicki). Once again, we're all winners this year
-Most excitingly, picking up a TV antenna, which brought ABC, CBS, and NBC to our home for a one-time fee of $14.97. I'm watching football right now. Why didn't we do this months ago?

And to Nugget (Fausto?):
I'm never gonna know you now/
But I'm gonna love you anyhow


Merry Christmas!

Thanks and hugs to Fausto Carmona, CC Sabathia, Paul Byrd, Grady Sizemore, Victor Martinez, Travis Hafner, the Raffys... heck, even Joe Borowski. For the seventh straight postseason, the Y*****s are $200,000,000 losers. An odd twist this year that the Indians would beat the Y*****s on Columbus Day. This will be the first year of those seven in which I'll be rooting against the team that conquered evil in the next round. What a postseason!

I went to Mike's bachelor party in the Poconos this weekend, reunited with the guys, and played a ton of darts, ping-pong, baseball, frisbee (sorry, AJ), horseshoes, and even a bush league home run derby, which I won by the skin of my teeth. Another taxing trip on this old body, but the weekend was worth the 22 hours in the car.

Oh, and did I mention the Y*****s won't be playing in the ALCS? Or that Roger C*****s may never pitch again? Kiss a baby today.