#28

Tonight is the night. Yankees vs. Tigers in the Bronx, Game 5. I'm more nervous than that first presidential debate I wrote about anxiously here.

We have Nova on the mound and 55,000 of our biggest fans screaming behind him. I'm going to watch the beginning, and then the end. It takes years off my life to sit there through every pitch, so I'll probably hit the gym and watch some Jersey Shore while they battle it out through those middle innings.

I say this, but in reality I will watch, and then leave it on the TV while I busy myself with dinner, stopping every other pitch or so to watch again. Then a Yankee will strikeout or a Tiger may get a hit, and I'll cuss and busy myself again.

Then I'll go to the gym and hop on an elliptical, where I'll plug in my headphones and watch the game again. The Yanks will have a good inning and I'll make myself stay on the elliptical so they will continue doing well. As if my ellipticizing has a direct impact on their ability to play well. Then on a commercial break I will race upstairs to make it back before the first pitch of that next inning.

At some point I will get pissed at one of my Yanks and switch to Jersey Shore, but only until Sammy says, "Rawnnnnnn Stawppppp it" and then right back to the game I'll go.

At which point I'll hear, Enter Sandman. And then I'll know... here comes #42 on the way to #28.

Let's Go Yankees.

xoxo Sara Marie