I watched today’s game at my mother’s house in Westchester. It was our last visit before I fly back to California in the morning and yet I sat there and yelled at the TV. It was painful to watch the Yankees get swept in Texas, and I couldn’t help myself. After it was all over and I’d vented, I asked Mom for words of wisdom. I’m nervous about the series in Tampa and will be on a plane for the start of tomorrow night’s opener. I needed guidance. Luckily, I received some.
(Sorry about the dark shadows. If I knew what I was doing, I would have turned on another light!)
Cheers to you, Mom.