Media-crity

Jacoby Ellsbury.

Oh. My. GOD. I want that clip uploaded to my brain so I can watch it over and over and over and over.

Hope Girardi’s been networking. He’s gonna need something to do after September.

I just … DAMN.

When the season started, I was still working on a case of cherry DDP, so I had no diet coke with games.

And we got off to a lousy start.

So when my case was finished, I got a case of Diet Coke, more for the tradition than because I actually thought it would turn things around.

BUT IT DID.

FACT: I bought that first case about two weeks ago, when the losing spiral snapped.

FACT: On Friday, I cracked one open five minutes before Bay’s tying homer in the 9th, when all looked to be lost.

FACT: Yesterday I was running around, making a cake for a friend’s birthday, getting stuff done around the house. I checked the score and saw the Yankees were up 6-0. I had reached a lull in cake-baking (cake was cooling, icing was made and dyed and waiting) so I decided to sit down and concentrate and try to give them a shot in the arm. I turned it on, cracked a DC, boom! Bay hits a bases-loaded single, one run in.

Alright, sez I, not bad.

Then.

BOOM!

TEK GRAND SLAM.

Never doubt the power of the Diet Coke. Never.

Today I have been catching up on the <a href=”http://www.survivinggrady.com/”>Surviving Grady</a> archives I’ve missed since I stopped checking Google Reader when I started my job in January and it took over my life.

Which, coincidentally, is about the last time I posted in my blog. Ahem. Sorry about that. Things are winding down, though, so maybe I’ll come back.

Now, though, the Fenway Franks are cooking and I have a caffeine addiction/gameday ritual to indulge.

If only it weren’t on ESPN. My kingdom for Remy and Don sitting at my dining room table so I could mute these jokers.