But yesterday I wasn't just married into slavedom. I was a slave by my own free will.
Dave calls me at work yesterday laughing to ask if I'm ready for the game. Somehow I forgot that the Sox had an afternoon start. I wasn't planning for that, but, okay, simple. Tune in the radio, turn down the volume, and listen while I work.
What about my trip home? I didn't want to stay at work until 8:00pm. I couldn't walk and listen on the iPhone- I was in heels and it's got to be at least ten miles. The train goes underground partway, so reception would be limited or completely shut off.
What did I do? I wish I could say I finished my work for the week. Or had blisters all over my feet. Sadly though, I took the train and missed twenty minutes of the game.
When I got home, I authorized Dave to sign up for Tivo.
*I fully acknowledge stealing this phrase from a Phish song ("slave to the traffic light"). Dave and I are both Phish fans, although he obsessively so of course. Maybe I should try to become less of a phinkhat by listening to all the live shows Dave has on cassette?
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TiVo is a good call. You could "speed watch" some games in a pinch -- and of course watch in delay. Doesn't NESN offer a condensed version of every game late night -- you could tape and watch the next day?
ReplyDeleteTiVo changed my life. I think it'll be a good addition to your home, not just for the Sox.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, I can't stop reading your blog. And I'm a true-blue Cardinals fan. So the hatred for your team was genetic.
Thumbs up on the blog! Love it!