I swear to god, baseball playoffs might drive me to a heart attack one of these days.

Between the hated yankees extra innings win and the red sox back-and-forth up-and-down misplays and homers, I might just collapse from the stress.

Blame my brother. I'm more stressed about this--A GAME--then I am about anything else right now. And that includes the election of the free world, a subject upon which I have LOTS of opinions. It's my brother's fault: he's the reason I'm a baseball fan.

Okay, I can step back and admit that if I had to choose between a red sox world series win and a john kerry victory, I'd choose jon kerry.

but probably only if I knew we'd resign varitek.

no, that's not fair. no matter what I'd choose kerry. but somehow I feel like I have no control over the election and, apparently, have some over the Red Sox. Now, of course I have LESS control over the red sox than I do over the election (I will vote, after all. And I could help out margo by making phone calls, etc.etc.), but still in the moment...

I'm a terrible person. And now if bush gets re-elected I'll spend the next 4 years regretting this post. Which I only sort of mean. But I sort of do mean it.

I think if I were less wound up about this I could write an interesting post about the psychology of passions and beliefs. but not right now. Right now I'm praying for some more big hits from the red sox.

Mueller just got a base hit. Must go watch game.
- posted by Heidi @ 11:22 PM