I may not have been in Baltimore or have been able to watch a single pitch of his game, I may have been in the front row of LF at Citizens Bank Park (where the scenery is quite lovely, thanks to a certain Philly leftfielder)-- but clearly, my thoughts were on nothing but Josh Beckett on Saturday night.

drunken scorekeeping at its finest

By the end of the Phillies game, I'm pretty sure everyone sitting in my section was aware: (1) Josh Beckett had won #15, (2) Josh Beckett is hot, and (3) Josh Beckett kicks ass- because I think I made sure and told every single person. In my defense, how can anyone expect me to concentrate when (a) I can't watch Josh go after #15 live, (b) Adam Eaton is pitching, (3) the Phillies are losing to the stupid Braves, and (d) there is a slight chance I may possibly have been a little bit drunk? OK, I was a lot drunk - but it was Eaton! No Phillies fan can stay sober when confronted with that!

Big props to my friend Gwen for taking over scoring duties in the 3rd, and yet letting me backseat scorekeep over her shoulder. And writing "Coolerpants" beside J.D. Durbin's name for me. And letting me lean over and circle Josh's name throughout the game and squee over his win. And deciphering my way of scoring, and circling the out numbers like I do. And writing, "BACON!!" underneath Aaron's name for me. And for bringing me back TWO beers (and none for herself), when they'd only sell her two at a time. And for any other hijinks I may have gotten up to that I cannot recall. She's a rockstar.