if you change your mind, i’m the first in line, honey i’m still free, take a chance on me, if you need me let me know and i’ll be around, if you got no place to go and you’re feeling down…if you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown, honey i’m still free, take a chance on me, gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie, if you put me to the test, if you let me try…
Today I am obsessed with this crazy song that Emily played for me last night during a Game 6 commercial break — an Erasure cover of ABBA’s “Take a Chance on Me.” I swear, that girl gets songs stuck in my head like no one else. She has hundreds upon hundreds of CDs, and knows so many neat songs that I’ve never heard before. She’s the music buff I always wish I was.
So I have gotten myself into a rather sticky situation with this guy I met when I first got out here. I think he’s cool and so I hung out with him a few times, and we went to the movies on Friday…and then I realized I’m not interested in dating him. But on Friday he made it fairly clear that he’s interested in ME, and so now I don’t know how to tell him that I only want him as a friend. Any suggestions on how to get out of this predicament?
Anyway. I’m sitting here working on my CFD take-home midterm and it’s oh-so-fun. Actually it’s not that hard, but I am really paranoid about making a mistake. I mean, it’s take-home and open book, so I figure I should be able to do pretty darn close to perfect on it. Hopefully I can finish this problem in the next half hour so I can watch the World Series…
(10:05 p.m.)
I think that may be the best World Series I’ve ever seen. Wow. What a great seven games. I haven’t been this pumped about a series since 1995…I can still remember standing in that parking lot in Chapel Hill listening to the game through a Walkman when Marquis Grissom made the final out and the Braves won.
Tonight, I was all prepared to come home and write about how it was a fantastic series except for the fact that the Yankees won again…but geez, I should’ve learned by now that it ain’t over till it’s over. Bottom of the ninth, with the incredible Mariano Rivera pitching. I’m cursing up a storm because it looks like there’s no hope for the Diamondbacks and the freaking Yankees are going to win for the umpteenth time, and then all of a sudden there’s a hit! And another! Next thing I know Luis Gonzalez is standing there with a chance to win the game and he hits a blooper into shallow outfield and bam — the Yankees are dethroned and the Arizona Diamondbacks are the 2001 World Series Champions. I can’t imagine how it could have ended any better. It gave me goosebumps. Ah. Game 7 is why baseball exists. Totally. Awesome.
