Got badly sunburnt yesterday.
But it was worth it. Me and one of my best homies (nothin' but love for ya--you know who you are, dog!) watched Rocket Roger Clemens blow his second opportunity to win 300 games Sunday at the CoPa. Clemens had a 7-1 lead against the Toledo MudHens' major league affiliate, which seemed like a pretty sure bet for history. Homes is a diehard BoSox fan, and consequently was of mixed feelings regarding the possibility of seeing history.
[What follows is a paraphrase of our conversation, colored by sunstroke and a Budweiser whose cost put a dent in the kids' college fund, shortly after the Motor City Kitties went down 7-1]
Me: "Looks like Roger's got 300."
Homes: "Roger's mental. If the Tigers put a couple over the plate, he could easily blow it."
Me: "Ahhh. OK. [Slurps beer]"
Sure enough, Detroit put a couple over the plate, which turned into five, and an inning later the possibility of witnessing history was history.
I was still a part of the largest crowd in CoPa history, though.
Did the Tigers win? Oh, come on. They won Saturday. Detroit doesn't do winning streaks.