I have had a couple of late nights (for this old broad anyway) for the last two nights, but they've both been eventful and are due a reporting--and yeah, that reporting will come, most likely tomorrow. However I must document a silliness from tonight.
I went to a wine tasting for Syrah blends at Hollaback's gleaming, cool apartment in Inwood tonight. We had a lovely evening with plentiful wine and beautiful food. When I finally arrived home around 11 pm, the phone rang. It was Fang calling from San Francisco where he will be for the next week. To set the scene: I was rather fatigued and had just walked into a dark apartment with a cat yowling for cat food. It's 11 pm. Who the hell is calling me at 11 pm? I reach blindly for the telephone:
Fang: Hi, did you just get home?
Me: Yes. It was a lovely night. The butternut squash and hazelnut vegetarian lasagna kicked ass. I have leftovers, but I will probably eat them before you get home.
Fang: Do you know if the game is still on?
Interjection of wild yowling spree from the cat
Me: What game?
Fang: Uh--World Series?
Me: I don't have a freaking clue.
Fang: Was the game on at Hollaback's apartment?
Me: Was it on..the TV, you mean?
Fang: Yes.
Me: No, it was a dinner party. We weren't watching baseball.
Fang: Can you put the TV on?
Me: Now? (Note that have half of my coat off, dangling from my free arm)
Fang: Yes, put it on CBS.
Me: (switching on portable TV in kitchen) The 11 pm news is on CBS. That's what the TV channel guide says.
Fang: Check ESPN for the scores to see if the game is over.
Me: (switches channel) ESPN is showing scores from major league soccer.
Fang instructs me to try a series of channels. Nothing has baseball. At his urging, I go back to CBS. well, the game must still be on. It's only the bottom of the 6th inning. I tell him this, triumphantly.
Fang: OK, who's pitching?
Me: The Sox.
Fang: (barely patiently) WHO is pitching for the Sox?
Me: A pale white man with blond hair, a soul patch and a patchy goatee.
Fang: OK. That's good. They made a pitching change.
All I care is that the Sox are winning. The other stuff is just semantics.
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WHOOOOOOOOOO!!! RED SOX WIN! RED SOX WIN!!
Not sure which pale white guy you might have seen. My memory is failing me on who came in after Dice-K. Might have been Timlin.
I'm with you, sistah!! Go SOX!! The sweetest sweep of all! I do like the Rockies, but a Sox win chaps the hide of the Yankee fans. Between this victory and A-Rod becoming a free agent, well, NYC is a pity palace today.
And good for you--it was Timlin. When I turned the HDTV on, I could actually read his name on the back of his jersey.
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