As I write this, the Mets are up 3-1 at the bottom of the 4th against the Dodgers. That? Is cool. (Kinnahura!)
Greenie’s back! Cool.
Posh Spice throwing out the first pitch, however? Ew. Not cool.
Update: Of course almost as soon as I write this, the lead gets trimmed to 3-2. And then the Dodgers *******’ tie it up. Usually, I would blame the Evil Eye. Today, I blame Posh. Ok, not really. But if we lose this one, I might just want to smack the frosted lipstick off her face.
Yikes, did I write that!? Sorry, Posh! It’s transference. Oh, but you’re still tacky, and get your hands off the ball.
Yeah, sometimes I forget I really shouldn’t live-blog.