Was just at Fenway Park; saw the Red Sox beat the LA Angels 4-0. It was great. My first baseball match. Eileen bought a foam finger. We had beer. There was hardly any runs because the pitching was so good. There were Mexican waves and rousing renditions of ‘Take Me Out to the Ballgame’, ‘Dirty Water’ and ‘Sweet Caroline’ (for some reason). It was quite fascinating. I feel a sudden urge to take up softball.
AND. In the amazing Fenway giftshop, they had baseball caps and t-shirts with ‘Stocai Dearga’ written on them. Seriously. Proper fadas and tuiseal guineadach and everything. I bought one for my mam as it was her birthday not too long ago. I bet she’ll use it in an Irish lesson or something.
I feel plagued by mice. There’s some lurking in our oven, apparently, and the bar I was just in – Joe’s – had several scurrying about the floor. Cheeky feckers.
