an apology.

if the red sox lose tonight, i claim full responsibility.

i promised myself and other die-hard sox fans that i would not watch the game tonight, as there appears to be a direct link between the outcome of the games and whether or not i watched any of them on television.

i saw (accidentally, i swear!) approximately .05 seconds of it earlier this evening. shortly thereafter, the damon collision (something i'm dreading the replays of on sportscenter but, much like a train wreck, i know i need to see with my own eyes) occurred.

i'm now sitting here, knowing i shouldn't watch - knowing if i do, the sox will lose. but i can't NOT watch at least a little. the suspense is killing me ...

i'm on my way to the television. stop me now!!!!

oh - by the way - howie day. "stop all the world now." comes out tomorrow. as in tuesday. as in buy it. i'm going to be looking forward to the opportunity to get home from work tomorrow and hopefully have my copy waiting for me (if the "arrive by or around october 7" turns into "around" - as in not tomorrow - i'm going to kick some sony online store arse ...).

ok, i know - shameless, horrible plug for an album i haven't even heard in its entirety yet. but i've heard the material and it's great!

'k. plug over.

buyitbuyitbuyit.

ok, done. i mean it this time. ;-)

*****editor's note: the author resisted the lure of the game, thus proving her dedication to killing the curse of the bambino. for that reason, she forced herself to watch an episode of "sex & the city" (thank god for hbo pacific) and is now dragging herself to bed. this is done for the sake of the entire red sox organization (well, that and the fact that i've got my lovely 4:25 a.m. wakeup call tomorrow morning - but if i thought - er, i meant, if she thought - the team could win while she watched the game, she'd defy common sense - and the threat of being dead to the world at work tomorrow - by watching the game ... *****