We aren't the champions

I'm back from vacation. I will recap my cruise to Bermuda in another post. But first, let me reflect on the sadness that is the B's and C's both being eliminated from the playoffs within a few days of each other. A moment of silence. Now, let's move on to the Sox. I'm mad at Tom Brady for being such an ignorant heel to Bridget, so the Sox are all I have for now.

Celtics surge

M and I actually watched a Celts game last night, which they handily won over the Nuggets. They are good this year and very entertaining to watch. Maybe this will be the year of champions -- come on, Bruins, don't let us down.

The Boston sports slaughterhouse weekend

Saturday: 12-2, Red Sox over Indians.

Sunday: 49-28, Pats over Dolphins (Hey, Belichick: Can we say "f you" to the league? My mom's take: It looked like a game of catch between Tom Brady and Randy Moss.)

And the big one, of course: 11-2, Sox over Indians to clinch the American League pennant and punch our ticket to the World Series. Holy crap, is that satisfying to say. Tons of articles written about the whole thing, of course, but here's one of my favorites about the little guy, Dustin Pedroia, and his heroics last night.

Hell, even the Bruins are doing well. And much to M's happiness, BC is second in the country.

Can we just freeze this moment in time?

Local losers

How 'bout those Celtics and Bruins (shudders and smacks hand to forehead). Red Sox, you are our great red-and-white hope. M won't even watch the Super Bowl Sunday. He's extremely disgusted.