Champions do it with their Sox on
Usually I hate Mondays. HOWEVA, this particular Monday is not too shabby. Why? Because on this morning when I peeled myself out of my bed at 7:15a.m. The Red Sox were World Series Champions.
OMGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HEEEEELLL YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
It's good to be a sports fan in Boston. Varitek and his thighs came through and swept the rubble formerly known as the Colorado Rockies under a thread bare carpet, and not a half hour before the start of Game 4, the Patriots positively tomahawked the Redskins in a 52-7 blowout. I'm pretty much drooling just thinking about it.
The fact that the Red Sox won their second World Series in four years is amazing. But I'm not going to sugar coat it. I'm glad it's over. I don't know how many more 2 a.m.-er nights I could do. Or how many more Washington Apple shots I could stomach. Or how many passes by the L Street Tavern doorman I could laugh off. (Although he is a nice guy.) I'm just happy that I didn't have to wait 86 years to see another World Series.
Dead Sexy
Well as you all know from my awkward gym story I posted last week, I joined the BSC in the South End across from our new office. I started things off with a bang and went the next morning to work my muscles.
As I was getting in my car, preparing to head to another day of work, I happened to glance to my left and saw this atrocity: 
No no. It's not a mirage. I mean unless Toyota Corollas are starting to sell their vehicles like that, someone actually did that on purpose. I mean, I've heard of vanity plates, but vanity door handles? Honestly...
Chuck Norris
Chuck Norris has some sort of cult following. Everywhere I look there are hipster kids, nerds, accountants and your mom making funny cracks about Chuck Norris. I mean I really don't get it and his beard makes me nervous but whatever. Everyone has their thing. My thing is coffee. I understand. But were you aware that Chuck Norris and all of his Chuck Norrisness has gone International.
Last week I was sitting in the office I share with LK. She was out of town so I was pimping around like I owned the place. There were two Russian guys here that day helping to put up shelves that just happen to be located directly behind our office. I could hear everything the two guys were saying. I mean, granted it was ALL in Russian but I could hear noise.
I was working out some deadlines for Steiner when I hear this:
"speakingRussianspeakingRussiandadadaRussianRussianRussian CHUCK NORRISSSSS!!!"
Eruptions of laughter proceed the Chuck Norris outburst and I feel like I've just heard my college roommate having sex; you can't help but listen because they are right next to you so you sit there all awkward.
The Russian speaking continued. I continued to work out the deadlines for Steiner.
"RussianRussianRussianRussianRussiandadada....CHUCK NORRIS!"
It really was one of those times that you wish someone, anyone, even someone you don't like, was there to witness it with you. And whenever I retold that story someone always asked, "What do you think they were talking about?" Uuuhhhh...Kathy Bates..?
CHUCK NORRIS came in handy this past weekend. We would yell "GO RED SOX...CHUCK NORRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Then we'd do our Papelbon bon bon bon bon bon bon dance. It's a pretty amazing dance btdubbs. Too bad you'll have to wait until next year to see it.