I don't know if it's the fresh air I got enjoying the nicest day of the year, or the second of my dinners, or the Sox game itself, but I'm drained. Ready for bed at a WU-ian hour.
I'm sure if the Sox had been able to blow that game -- man, did they try hard -- I would have been able to crank out 700 words about them not being able plate a runner from 3rd base and less than 2 outs, about not being able to have a hit w/RISP that actually scores a run. But right now, I'm enjoying that win as much as possible.
I can't say that it was fun, but a win's a win. And I'll take it.