Aw, shut up. I busted my ass today. I deserve beer while I watch my favorite baseball team whup the shit out of Cleveland for the third time in a row.
Tigers beat the Guardians again. Thanks to Soto. Was some heat from Cleveland in the bottom of the 9th. Their manager was ejected, and one of their players tried to charge out of the dugout like he was going to kick some ass, but his teammates restrained him.
4-3.
I thought I’d be watching the Tigers and Yankees tonight, but turned out the game was only on Apple TV and I don’t have Apple TV. Damn good thing, too. So much for faith, y’know? The box scores show that the Yankees have the Tigers 12 to nothing and the game isn’t over yet. The 6th just ended.
I would not have sat well through this game. Things might have gotten broken. I hate the New York Yankees.
Production is going well today. Listening to music while I work. Windows are open and the wind comes through them.
I plan to stop production at 7 to watch the game. But my dad and I might end up going to Menards instead. I still need to get the trim to finish the tile job I did last year. I also need to replace some blinds in my living room.
I’m considering getting curtains for all the living room windows, Blinds break every couple years. I think curtains would last longer. But I haven’t made up my mind yet. Probably just going to replace the broken blinds for now.
The Detroit Tigers are in New York today, to play the Yankees at 7. I know it’s a long shot, but I’m going to make a prediction now, before the game starts. The Tigers are going to beat the Yankees tonight. Then they’re going to beat the Yankees again tomorrow and Sunday.
The New York Yankees are currently at the top of the American League East, with 36 wins and 15 losses, while the Tigers are in fourth place in the American League Central, with 21 wins and 30 losses. I don’t care. My prediction will stand unless the opposite happens.
Keep the faith.
I thought I’d be drinking happy tonight. Then I find out Ray Liotta died today.
He brought Shoeless Joe Jackson back to life.
Tonight, I drink to honor Ray Liotta.
(Cracks first beer.)