My nose has reclogged. My ears have remuffled themselves. I’m sneezing. My throat has started to ache again. My eyes are watering. Yes, I’ve relapsed and am sick again. Boo hoo.
I am, however, for the time being, at work. And on the plus side, this means more delicious cherry NyQuil for me! JAJA.
On another topic, here’s a note to Phil Garner: Chad Qualls sucks. That’s twice in four days that he’s let the opposing team back into the game. So, please don’t let him pitch in key situations. Please. It’s not good for my nerves. Thanks.
I watched most of the ballgame last night. I say “most” only because I get so nervous watching my team in playoff games that I can’t sit still. So I pace around the apartment busying myself with little things. I make tea, send email, call people, distract myself a bit. Pace some more. Curse at Chad Qualls.
I just get so nervous! My dad told me once that he used to get so nervous watching Duke play that he couldn’t watch at all. I guess I picked up some of that quality. But by the time the 9th inning rolled around, the nerves were gone and I was just feeling glum. I’d been wearing my Astros jersey over my pajamas, but took it off with 2 outs. As soon as I hung it in the closet, Mike Lamb hit a home run and Craig Biggio hit a double. It was suggested that I take off more clothes to help the Astros win, and maybe I should have, because Isringhausen then came in and got the final out. Poo.
I was impressed with Backe’s performance on only 3 days rest, however. He pitched well enough; it was the bullpen that allowed the Cardinals to blow the game wide open. Here’s hoping Pete Munro pitches the game of his life tonight.
