Man, I wish I could find a benevolent British sports bar. My problem with it is that I live in a not-so-great neighborhood where I'm not willing to go far by myself after dark. Finding a sports bar would require going far, for a game that doesn't start til 1 A.M., and having to get back around 5 or 6, all of which would be alone, since my one friend here who likes baseball is a frothing-at-the-mouth Yankees fan. So going out is sadly out of the question!

Yeah, I went through this morning, watching highlights clips and shrieking into my hands with barely-suppressed glee; beautiful stuff, for the Sox. Sucks to be the Rockies, though, especially in that fifth inning.

I think we can. I am disgustingly proud.