I married a sports addict. It's not a big shocker for me, but I'm still getting used to it. Luckily Brad's a good sport about evening it out with plenty of chick flicks. Tonight we were due for a chick flick. When we started Brad sacrificed the end of a baseball game in the 8th inning. After the movie ends on comes ESPN again, and the game is STILL going on. Disgusting. I told Brad if I were one of the players I'd just let the other team score so I could go home. I can't believe not everyone would agree after 5 hours running around a field hitting a ball. Sometimes the idea of sports really makes me laugh, I think about how it's what little kids do and somehow it ends up being this big deal and people are making tons of money, it's people's jobs. It's weird to me when I think about it.
All that being said, Go Yankees! It looked cold and it must have been fun to win and get shaving cream shoved in your face. (although if I were in charge I'd certainly use whipped cream)