I was flipping around the channels last night and found that Band of Brothers was on. And I couldn't help myself; I had to watch. Even though it was the super-depressing one where they find the concentration camp. I couldn't resist. I'm only glad I didn't discover this marathon earlier in the day or I would've had to watch the whole thing. Which would've taken me away from watching the O's game.
Enjoyed the game on Saturday with Damien. The outcome was right and it was a lovely evening, slightly marred by the drunk Gettysburg alum behind us. And better than the last Yankees-Orioles game I went to, I did actually applaud on occasion, for both teams. When I went to the game at Yankee Stadium, I basically sat there in silence. I felt like I couldn't cheer for the Yankees too much (they were way ahead in the division at the time, so I wanted the O's to do well), but neither could I cheer for the O's. Anyway, the game ended without Brian hitting the double to tie Cal's record and I decided that I didn't want him to hit it the next day, either--a day when they're still at home so I theoretically could watch. But that didn't mean I didn't want him to get a hit at all.
I bet that more than one of you reading this will be more than happy to see the end of the baseball season. Ah well. I'm just bitter than it's now football season. Ugh. Stupid Redskins.
Current song in my head:
"All I Want For Christmas" by Olivia Olson