Yesterday, with about an hour left of work, I get an IM message from a co-worker: "any chance you could come to the Red Sox tonight? ...we have one extra seat. Free for you." Box seats, in fact!
Ordinarily, I would have jumped at the chance to go see the Sox, but last night was no ordinary night. It was my first wedding anniversary and I wanted to spend the evening with my lovely bride. So, I pulled a Good Will Hunting and said I had to "see about a girl."
Fast forward about four hours. I'm sitting on the couch with the wife and I get the following text message from another friend who also happened to be at the game:
"At the game. Can you believe this?!"
So, I quickly turn the channel to NESN and there is cancer survivor John Lester making Red Sox history with a no-hitter!!
To my wife's credit, she said she would have let me go if only I had asked.
Anyway, today my co-worker shows me the pictures of the game. Judging by the pics, he's about 10 yards away from the celebration at the end of the game. That could have been me.
Oh well... If nothing else, I think I should be irreproachable for at least the next five years.
Wife - "You left the sink running and flooded the apartment!"
Me - "John Lester!!"
Wife - "K"
What do you guys think?