I don't have a bucket list, but if I did I could now cross off "Attend a World Series game at Fenway Park"! Last night Steph and I went (although of course it wasn't her first World Series game, as she was lucky enough to go in 2007!) and were rewarded with a win—and a fun game to watch. It was pretty chilly but not nearly as cold as we had feared.
What a nightmare for the Cards. They played such a sloppy game that there's probably enough footage for an entire blooper reel! I had originally embedded a bunch of video clips below, but you can find them yourselves easily enough. Regarding Drew's popup to the pitcher, though, I'm sorry, but as Pete learned in Little League, when you call the ball, you catch it!
And as for that ridiculous call at second base that got overturned, wow, just wow. Andy had texted me from home that the replay clearly showed that Pedroia was safe. At Fenway we had 38,345 fans chanting "BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!" when the first ump called him out. (Beginning next year, all controversial calls will be reviewed on tape, which means that every game is going to last about 5 hours....)
Anyhow, it was almost too easy a win, but obviously great fun to watch, and Lester pitched beautifully. As for tonight, I know that many of you believe that Steph and I are key to the Sox's winning strategy—we have not been to a single losing playoff game—but I regret to inform you that we are not going tonight. We've both been sick (especially me), and I think we need to stay home for a change. It's supposed to be even colder tonight, and I am even sleepier.
But back to last night. Steph and I left for Fenway, and Andy had gone to pick up Julie at Hebrew school. Pete was dropped off at the house after his soccer game (which neither of us could attend, but which they won 2–0!). He came into the kitchen and heard the sound of a cat in great distress. Grace and Violet were freaking out, so it was clear that Luna was the one in trouble. He opened all the kitchen cabinets but couldn't find her and finally determined that she had fallen behind the refrigerator. He called Andy, who called our next-door neighbor Brad, who, fortunately, was just pulling into his driveway, and he came over right away.
Some of you may remember that when we got this fridge, we had a beyond-horrible experience with Sears (our first and last time shopping there). After all of the service issues, the fridge was finally re-delivered, but it wouldn't quite fit in the space where the old one had been. We were so fed up (and aware that they don't make narrower fridges that hold more than a quart of milk) that we just jammed the thing in and hoped it would live longer than us. So it's completely wedged in on both sides, and I mean completely—you couldn't slip a blade of grass in there. There's about 4 inches of space between the back of the fridge and the wall, mostly taken up by wires and coils and pipes and such, and then there's about 4 inches of headspace above the fridge before you hit the auxiliary cookbook cabinet above (auxiliary because I can't reach it without standing on a chair, so it holds the cookbooks I rarely use).
So Andy got home, and he and Brad started brainstorming. They ended up removing the entire cookbook cabinet from the wall, and Andy climbed up and started dangling stuff down to Luna back there, hoping she'd grab on and climb up or let him hoist her up, but no luck. Finally Brad made a mini noose out of a rope, climbed up on top of the fridge, and managed to loop it around Luna's neck and gently pull her up without allowing it to tighten too much. What a save! Clearly Brad is our closer.