Soooo... I\'m still up. James just went to bed, after starting work at 3:30pm and leaving at 2:30am. I showed up at his work at 12:45 after several classes today, riding 5 horses, and teaching 2 lessons. I have instructions to wake him at 4:40. While bartending, he had to deal with a firemen function, ugh. So I am to wake him, then we are driving to a bar with giant televisions and a full breakfast to watch the game at 6. I feel like a zombie and am about to watch an Office marathon until it\'s time to leave. My question: am I a fanatic, or an alcoholic?
Also, I find this whole thing very amusing considering that when I met him he was quite anti-baseball. Now he has a fish named Ramirez. I think I have created a monster.
Sidenote: we also won season\'s tickets to see the Nashua Pride, which is about the worst baseball team ever. Awesome.
Anyhow the whole point of this is that I am really really really really really really happy that it is time for baseball.