Wild thing, you make my heart sing.

Lives, summers, seasons are all defined by ups and downs. No one understands this better than the Boston Red Sox and their fan base: Red Sox Nation. After an abismal April, there was virtually no hope for the season in the eyes of  most of the country. In the fun baseball comedy Major League, not even Cleveland's local fans thought the Tribe had a playoff shot.

Then along came an all new cast of characters. Many of them crazy, all of them unheard of, none of them talented, this odd group of ball players lead the city of Cleveland through a rollercoaster unimagineable in reality. They got off to the expectedly poor start, showed promise, seemed out of it, and stormed back to clich a chance to play in october.

Now to my boys of summer, the Boston Red Sox. Brutal start masked by a solid followup left many puzzled by the franchise. A short slump ensued, but the greatest three month stretch in team history skyrocketed the Sox to the top of the baseball world. I was ecstatic. Recently, they habve returned to the embarassing ways of the spring, but are still hanging around.

The reason this is being posted so late- into the morning in fact- is that it took no fewer than fourteen innings for the second bill for a double header at Yankee Stadium to find a conclusion. Again, it was the odd cast of characters, highlighted by a power hitting leadoff man.

I had quite the up and down day. Slept in, but then had to go out for brunch. Got work done, but felt bad on run. Sox triumphed, but I am not going to get to bed until almost one. If only Jake Taylor could bunt me home a snow day for tomorrow.