I know it looks like I'm trying to sell you a television, but I was really excited to watch the Red Sox play the Cardinals in game six of the World Series tonight. I mean really excited. If I could just tear myself away from that movie about ponies I was watching on Netflix....
Ben adjusted the rabbit ears, so we wouldn't miss a moment of the game. He's really good at fiddling with things.
I got nervous being so close to my favorite player, Big Poopie, even though he was actually 3000 miles away. I always want him to get a hit. And most times he does! ("M-V-P! M-V-P!")
Ben felt bad for the Cards' starting pitcher, Michael Wacha, who had a rough night. That was a lot of pressure to put on a kid.
Ben was asleep by the time the game was over, but he celebrated during dinner, knowing in his heart that the Red Sox would be World Champions when he awoke the next morning. Sweet dreams, little buddy.
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