Saturday, January 24, 2009


Looks like the lovely wife and I are moving on up. Two years ago, we sat in just adjacent to Pesky's Pole in the right field stands and, this year, we're in section B123 on the aisle. We'll be catching the Battle of the Sox: Red Sox and White Sox on August 24th, 7:05PM. Now that the hard part is done, we'll start planning a vacation. No reservations though until tickets are in hand. It's like winning the lottery--don't buy that Ferrari until you have the money in the bank.

During my ten minute phone call to the ticket ordering service, I heard Tucker puking in the kitchen and then I go in there to check on him and see Jackson humping him. What a sense of timing those two have. Gotta get them to the dog park today to blow off some steam.

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