Holy Crap. As much as you all know I hate the Yankees, that game was, in the words of Dennis, Incredible. I'm not going to analyze it or complain about anything the Sox did. You'll hear plenty of that on Sportscenter, etc. I'm going to step aside and actually congratulate the Yankees for proving who the better team was. I'm also applauding MLB for an absolutely amazing post-season so far. Hopefully the World Series will go 7 games as well and continue the trend. The one thing I'll say is that I liked Aaron Boone when he was a Red(ask Kim for the validity of this), and was upset when he came to NY because I knew he was a damn good player. Now all the dumb Yankees fans around my area suddenly love the man. Patience, y'all. Oh by the way, Den's prediction was eerily close.

It's Friday! They're actually calling for a nice weekend after today for once. Sounds good to me.

Yesterday something strange happened. Here's a little background: My parents are planning on getting our front stairs replaced, as well as the small path to our side door. They are going down the shore for a few days for their anniversary(Sun-Tue). They called the mason to tell him to start the job when they got back from the shore, so he could do it all at once, instead of starting this week and waiting a few days, etc. Kim had been over yesterday afternoon for lunch before her night class. The doorbell rang about 3 pm, but I was in the restroom, so I didn't hear it. She looked, but didn't know who it was. When I returned, I went downstairs to see who it was. I hear loud banging and open my front door to find my front steps being demolished and the railing dismantled. The mason decided to start breaking down the stairs without telling us. So I called my mother to see if I missed something, but she didn't know either. She told them to go ahead and continue, so they could finish the stairs today. So today I heard jackhammering at 8 am, and they're working right now. Should be done with the stairs today, and will probably come back late next week to finish the side path. I guess it wasn't a big deal, but I was thinking about what would happen if we were getting our porch rebuilt. Would they just bring in a wrecking ball without telling us?

In other news, I've had a person-less house next door to me for about 8 months now. The previous neighbors just bolted one day. Finally, someone bought it late summer, but he's rebuilding the entire inside-walls, floors, electric-just about everything except the shell of the house. On the other side, we have a strange house. One guy's an Elvis impersonator, and the other guy is a fat, drunk, something. I don't know what he does for a living. But the fat guy's an asshole who parks his big red van on the street and insists on hitting every car while parallel parking. Needless to say, we hate him, and found out the house was recently sold, and I'm told they'll be gone by the end of the year. Woo-hoo! Remember that show Home Improvement? That Wilson guy was the neighbor. Where the hell is our Wilson?

Have a good weekend folks. Listen to Knapsack.