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[darkluna]

Last night, just after the game:

*ring ring*
me: Hello, YAY!
ex-hubby: Ow! Um, hi!
me: Hi!
ex: Buh. What am I going to to do with my life now?
me: We live in a world of infinite possibilities! Anything can happen!
ex: Yeah, Bush is gonna win next week and the world's going to end. This is a sign.
me: Nuh-uh, this means Massachusetts is on a winning streak.
ex: Oh, hey, you could look at it that way.
me: Besides, the world would only end if we had played the Cubs.
ex: Nah, Selig would just declare that a tie.
me: Hee hee.
ex: Well, I think I'm gonna, um, go run wild in the streets for a bit.
me: (quite amused) OK, have fun!

The ex is a lifelong Red Sox fan, unlike me, who only got sucked in once I lived in Boston for a little while. He's got the whole family tradition going, too. I never got along with his folks, but his dad and I were almost buds when we were talking about, say, the bullpen or Tony C. Once I latched onto the Sox, I knew my stuff and my history, and would watch every game I could - more so than the ex, who was results-oriented and only cared about the final score. The ex, in fact, went to class in the middle of last night's game. Meanwhile, I was hoping for a sweep not just because it would be so cool and right and Yay! but because I have to go get trained for Election Day stuff tonight, and quite honestly, the Red Sox are more important. (Though if I lived in Florida they might not be.)

Anyways, I thought it was interesting that the ex, indoctrinated from birth as he was, was kind of shell-shocked. He really did say "Buh." I was a bit of the stunned myself, but not like he was.

OK, kids, listen, 'cause this is important. This is a world where the craziest dreams come true! Go live in it accordingly!

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[tesla321.livejournal.com]

Hee! The only reason I would call my ex would be to say something along the lines of "Hi! I'm sitting on Kiefer Sutherland's face! Thought you'd like to have that mental picture!"