Opening Day was supposed to take place yesterday at 2:05 p.m. ET … and I am so glad that it instead took place today at 4:05 p.m. ET, because yesterday, I wouldn’t have seen a single moment of the game, but today, I was kicking it in front of the tube, watching Josh Beckett dominate whilst quaffing a pilsner glass full of delicious Sam Adams Boston Ale. Yum.
Zan also was way psyched about watching the game … and, in case I haven’t mentioned it, when he gets really excited and pumped up, he sometimes doesn’t know what to do with himself and ends up expressing his excitement in a very physical, out-of-control fashion.
For example, when Dustin Pedroia hit a home run into the Green Monster seats during his first at-bat of the season, Zan, who was seated next to me on the couch, leapt onto my shoulders and head … which I initially was extremely unthrilled about, because the painful spasms I was having in my upper back and neck last week returned yesterday afternoon, and having a 65-pound 5-year-old crowd surf on my dome really set off some painful fireworks.
Ironically, it turned out that he did me a favor by accosting me, and here’s why:
When this kind of back spasm occurs, I often am able to alleviate much of the discomfort by self-administering a chiropractic-like adjustment to my spine (and in case you’re wondering how I accomplish this: I crouch down next to one side of the couch, facing away from the couch itself, then lean back so that my upper back rests atop the arm of the couch, raise my arms over my head, and allow the weight of my upper body and lower body to bow my spine backward, an action that oftentimes results in a single vertebrae snapping back into place, and DEAR GAWD is that a fucking relief).
My back was bothering me a lot when I was trying to get to sleep last night, so around midnight, I got out of bed and tried my couch trick … repeatedly … and unsuccessfully; no snapping. Apparently, my spine wasn’t out of whack enough for my little trick to correct things—which sucked, because every time I moved in my sleep, I got a nice little jolt of pain that awakened me.
But along comes my son today, leaping onto my head and shoulders, which really knocked my shit out of line, so when I shortly thereafter reattempted my couch trick, my spine snapped, crackled and popped like a bowl of Rice motherf’n Crispies.
Point being: my back feels much better, and it’s all thanks to the Red Sox, who not only inspired Zan to help cure my back pain, but also kicked ass in today’s game. Booyah.