Because things did not go so well last night.
(I admit, it was ugly...but it's his first game pitching in a major league game since '08. Lay. OFF.)
But that's OK, because I feel like just seeing him in a uniform, on the field, during a real live game was a victory.
After the initial nausea from seeing another team's logo perched atop his lovely hair subsided...
...seeing this again put a twinkle in my eye and a song in my heart.
Yay, Boof yay! I will continue on in my current capacity as one-woman Boof Bonser online cheering section indefinitely. Location problems or no.
My warm and fuzzy baseball feelings for Boof are about the closest thing I can muster to unconditional love for anyone or anything that is not immediate family, good friends, snuggly animals, or Ralph Macchio. I will not apologize for it.
2 comments:
Thanks!
Maybe he's allergic to being a Red Sox? I mean, coming from a Minnesota team, we are practically groomed to despise the North East teams (and Chicago Sox).
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