How You Doin'?

What Patrick probably thought of these moments, taken a few days ago, in celebration of Opening Day:

"I have to pretend to love these people - the Yankees - my Daddy calls them. He's named all my stuffed monkeys: Mariano, Jorge, A-Rod, Derek, Hideki, and Bobby. And he's always talking about bases, strikes, and something else called RBI. I'm not sure of it, but I think I need to like them. Otherwise, Daddy won't pay for college."

"Yo, what happened to my Yankees jacket? It was warm. Now, this Mommy lady has me playing on the floor. And I'm surrounded by more monkeys! Except this time, they're on Mommy's feet!! I need more Yankees!"

Back to back and Belly to Belly!

I know that's what John Sterling says when the Yankees double score, but it's very appropriate this morning.

Go Gators!

It's a good day, most definitely.

Unfortunately, I fell asleep after five minutes of the game. What can I say? I'm a loser.

Excitement Builds

It's a shame that I don't live in Florida anymore. Not because of the heat or humidity. It's because I can't be there to celebrate like these folks:

As of this morning, the mighty Florida Gators were ranked second in the nation, right after Ohio State. Where is florida state? What? Unranked? Oh, yeah, that's right. So sad for the 'noles.

Not really.

Okay, now that I have gloated, I will say that it's a shame the Yankees didn't have the same luck this weekend. Actually, it's not a shame as far as their playing, but more a shame for me because I spent all day yesterday listening to Mike replay their season and his disappointment in the team. At least now, we won't have to watch the World Series while we are on vacation.

Which, coincidentally, starts in 11 days. I need a pedicure.