October 4, 2007
A day off with the ALDS
Alex Rodriguez just popped out to the Cleaveland Indian's shortstop to close the top frame of the third inning of the first game of the 2007 American League Division Series. Jenny and I are enjoying our day off at Sue's house in Wisconsin and I am beyond the moon that Sue has graciously turned her tv over to me so that I can watch the playoff game. I never thought the Yankees would get into the post season this year. The way they were playing this summer was demoralizing and disheartening to this life long Yankees fan (I guess I now know how it feels to be a Cubs fan).
Wang just gave up a home run. He looks to be having a terrible time keeping his pitches down.
It has been an odd couple of days due to my new Egg's tires. Tuesday afternoon, in the pouring rain, Jenny and stopped at a Target in Waterloo, IA to purchase a new umbrella before continuing on to Dubuque. As we were leaving the parking lot, we heard a "Kuchunk! Kuchunk! rattlerattlerattle..." I thought something was knocking about in the car till I heard the tell tale scream of a tire. The new Egg is shod with runflats, which, apropos of their name, can run flat. Thankfully. I limped over to the KIA dealership across the street and they filled the tire with air and sent me on to a Toyota dealership down the road. At that point, the clock began to audibly tick, as we were still 90 miles from Dubuque. The Toyota dealership had eight people in line before me and they didn't have my tires in stock, so we refilled the tire and got under way. Every thirty miles we pulled off the highway, refilled the tire, and continued on. For the first time in years, I drove 55 miles an hour and got the best gas mpg I have ever been able to achieve in a minivan. I may be a new convert to slow poking!
The next morning I got up at 6:45 and crawled to the Dubuque Toyota dealership which was, serendipitously, right behind the motel we chose in the dark the night before. They replaced the front tires, replaced the rear brakes and sent me back to the hotel to get a quick cat nap before having to check out and head on to Fort Atkinson. And I would have slept, but the Fred Thompson For President campaign was making a very visible stop at the very Best Western at which we were staying and I could not help myself. I wanted to speak with Fred Thompson.
More on that exercise in political comedic theater tomorrow. All I can say is I am very glad his secret service detail didn't take me out in the hotel hallway! This girl is now going to watch the playoff game.
Posted by bethamsel at 5:43 PM