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Sunday, September 30, 2007

A miserable day

To borrow a worn cliché, I have had better days. I felt ill going to bed last night and sure enough this morning I woke with the distinct aches, chills and hot flashes that announce the flu. Everyone in the house except for one is also sick. Hoping for some saving grace in my day; I dragged myself from bed a while ago to check the scores of the critical ballgames in the NL East only to see that the Mets were routed by Florida and Philly beat Washington. Thus the Mets complete the worst late season meltdown in baseball history. There is no joy in mudville tonight, and that is a pain for which no pill has yet been invented. I am too sick (literally) and disgusted to comment further.

2 comments:

Priest David Thatcher said...

Oi vey! I am so so sorry, John. Here I was, your spiritual father, thinking you were just flaking out and staying home for the big game! Man! Now I have to go to confession for judging you, brother.

Actually, I understood, and felt terrible to see the disaster that occurred for the Mets. It's that sort of thing (like game 7 of the Red Sox's world series in 1987) that made me swear off sports. I've never really been much of a fan since then.

May God heal you! I think we got the same thing around here, though I made it through the bug the least harmed, I believe.

God bless!

In Christ,
Father David

Alice C. Linsley said...

I hope that you are feeling better, my friend! May God bless you (and maybe your team too!)