Hi. How you doing?

My God, the Red Sox are up 2-0 in the World Series after another mythic Curt Schilling outing. Right now, I’m cautiously optimistic (remember, the ’86 Sox were also up 2-0). Now the series shifts to St. Louis, where we have several distinct disadvantages, namely:

1. St. Louis is unbeaten at home in the playoffs
2. The Red Sox bat much worse on the road
3. No DH rule in the National League, which means David Ortiz has to play first. And this is a team that had eight errors in the first two games.

Then again, we’ve got momentum, and we’ve outplayed St. Louis in every facet except defense. We need a big performance from Pedro tomorrow. He’s been adequate his last few starts, not great, but enough to keep us in the game. We’re going to need much more—namely a time machine to retrieve the Pedro circa 98-99. We could lose all three games in St. Louis, or we could end the series there. I guess we’ll see.

I fell asleep during the second half of the Pats game yesterday and woke up to see the Pats kneeling down to end the game. Oops. The good news is the score was the same when I fell asleep, 13-7, so I didn’t miss much. I was impressed by the Jets—I thought they would get exposed, but they hung tough. Could be a tough rematch down the road. Still, the Pats are 6-0 and the only undefeated team in the NFL. Good times.

I haven’t watched SNL regularly in twelve years, but I saw the clip of Ashlee Simpson doing an Irish jig (!) and walking off stage when the sound guy played the wrong song for her to lip synch to. Then she blamed her band at the end, which makes me want to unleash the dreaded “c” word. Talk about hanging someone out to dry. Her band should go on “E” and say “[Bleep] this, Ashlee can’t sing and has to lip synch.”