Okay, fine. We confess: we missed most of it. Jennifer had commuting problems* and was an hour late getting home; Caroline has to head out to Logan tomorrow morning and had to do some laundry, pack, and bake some delightful cookies to bring to the person she's staying with. And, of course, there was the College World Series** to watch. So, yes, we missed most of tonight's game. Over the course of a 162-game season, it's bound to happen from time to time. But we hear tell that Papi and Tek went yard, which thrills us, and that while Jonny Lester wasn't at his sharpest, he kept the team in the game. These are things that please us greatly.
Anyway, Caroline's heading down to Atlanta to do a little recon*** while Jennifer's stuck up here fighting the good fight against the rain and the MBTA, so if we don't manage to post anything over the next week, that'd be why. It has nothing at all to do with Jennifer's propensity to fall asleep in lieu of blogging or her complete inability to finish anything without another person to bounce ideas off of. We're going to try to write a post or two through a cunning use of Twitter, twine, and a stick of gum, but that may limit things to a one-liner or two rather than a fully thought out blog post of the quality you've come to expect from Respect the Tek.
We've got a couple of ideas percolating (or fermenting, if you'd prefer the alcohol metaphor, and we always prefer the alcohol metaphor), though, so once Caroline's safe and sound back in the land of socks that are crimson-ish in hue and quarterbacks with supermodel wives, we're totally going to do our best to bring you a quality blog-reading experience.
In the meantime, as always, go Red Sox!
*It's wet out, which means the buses are contractually obligated to run on their alternate super secret schedule of sucktitude.
**Congrats to the LSU Tigers! We were rooting for Pedroia's Sun Devils, but since they got knocked out before the final we were mostly rooting for a 3-game series.
***By which we mean that she's going to try to kidnap Brian McCann.
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It's ridiculously hot down here in Atlanta - my husband and I have tickets to all 3 games and I'm already preparing for heat stroke. Caroline, it's in the high 90s - hope you're ready for it!
Man, Caroline spent all week freaking out about the fact that it's about a million degrees down there, and I had to make her pinkie swear not to die of heat stroke and/or melting. I think her cunning plan to avoid such a fate includes properly hydrating, seeking shade if necessary, wearing all the sunblock in the land, and refusing to wear socks.
-Jennifer
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