My Mariners didn't make the postseason, and I'm too broken up about it. We weren't expected to get too far. However, once again, the Red Sox are in. For the next few weeks I'll be sporting my ancient BoSox hat and using the phrase 'wicked-awesawhm' way too frequently.
There is something for which I wasn't ready. That would by new neighbor at the office. He's wearing a Yankee's team jacket today. I'm not totally sure what his formal title is, but it might as well be antichrist.
Let the games begin.