Haven't watched much TV since last evening. Today has been errand-running day, although a good one, since the family was running together. Last night, while younger son worked, the bride and I went to the Indians game -- a relief after what felt like a too-long work week.
The Indians won in the bottom of the ninth, although we had left with them trailing at the end of eight. Chalk that up to (a) my aging to the point that, like Phil Rizzuto in his later years, I have to beat the traffic, (b) our basic pessimism, rooted in the fact that the last time we saw the Indians live, with Sabathia pitching, they were losing 11-0 when we gave up and departed, or (c) our sense that our bad mojo was harming the Indians (given our most recent previous experience) and they would do better if we left.
Since they won after our departure, we'll hold to the third, and most favorable, explanation. Someone else can take the karmic credit for this afternoon's win.