Dark, not-so-sunshiny day

Pretty much the opposite of yesterday with no sun, stronger winds and humidity levels hovering on the uncomfortable side of things. I just got back from a little trip up to Lowell where I ran a nice hilly 10 on the roads in 63 minutes and change with Nate and UML senior-to-be Jay Beausoleil. Given that I was on the track roughly 15 hours earlier, I expectedly felt a bit sluggish for the first few miles, but once the skies opened up halfway through it was like a breath of new life in my clinically dead legs. At that point we were clicking along comfortably at a good clip and all of a sudden I felt great. Funny how that works. I made the mistake of running with a t-shirt on, however, which proved a rather uncomfortable decision by Mile 5 or so and was good for about five extra pounds of water weight on an already soggy day. I seriously could have filled a small bucket while wringing it out afterward.

But enough about me and matters of menial importance. Moving on to more pressing issues, our old pal Pedro takes the hill at Fenway tonight for the first time since leaving town a little less than two years ago. I wish Petey well, but hopefully the streaking Sox can send him back to New York with a sour taste in his mouth. Personally, I'd like to see a Papi vs. Pedro showdown in the bottom of the ninth with the bases juiced and the game on the line, but I don't think our old pal from the Dominican will make it that far. If by some chance in hell he does, however, well, we all know what the result will be. Papi power, baby!

Speaking of Sox/Mets with a game on the line in the late innings, check out this little clip if you have a spare minute or two. It's rather painful to watch but a work of pure brilliance at the same time. And no, you won't get fired for watching it at work.

And that's gonna have to do it for now. Pardon me while I go perform a rain dance in hope that they get the game off tonight. Take it easy.

Quote of the day:

Once a Red Sox, always a Red Sox.
- Saint Pedro