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.