"Nervous?" "Yes. " "First time?" "No, I've been nervous lots of times."

[captainsblog]

Plenty to keep the ol' BP up there for an otherwise quiet evening alone at home (Eleanor's out chanting tonight):

* The bug rebounded during the day.  Maybe I just pushed too hard- running all around with errands, then court, then a document run four blocks away, but I felt crap when I got back to the office. By lunchtime, I felt better, but then midafternoon was just a big bag of awful. Some, granted, because I was on phone calls to the IRS for close to two hours, yielding absolutely no new information.

* While on hold, after finishing a whole bankruptcy draft and a lawsuit for early next week, I began a very intense Mr. Robot. I have that to finish between now and a bit past 8, when the collective nerves of Met fans everywhere will be taxed for more than two hours, because....

* Tonight's the one-and-done playoff game against San Francisco at home, to determine which of the two will continue on to Chicago in two days for a best-of-five Division Series against the team with the best record in baseball all year.  The Giant pitcher is, well, a giant pitcher; I saw him for the first time at the August 2014 game I attended, and he shut the Mets out in a 9-0 tirefire.  On the other hand, we've got a much better team than 2014, plus we've got fucking Thor:



At least I made my arrangements to listen to the Met radio broadcast of the game on my phone instead of the network honks; my subscription wasn't showing the post-season games when I first checked, but the app just needed an update and now it's there.

* Oh, and somewhere in the first inning or so I have to remember to log in to the goddam Jeopardy! test.  I mixed up the start time last night and came in too late; tonight's the one that begins at 9.

No more court this week, just two other appointments, and then the weekend to complete the recovery and hopefully get onto some active hating of the Chicago Cubs.

Comments

[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

Sorry.. hope your team prevails.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

That's mean, making a Poe reference after what happened to the Orioles last night;)

[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

I got lucky.i don't follow sports, I'm afraid. I just found out from my niece that the Orioles suffered a premature burial.