It’s kind of hard to follow sports if you have a kid – and if said kid gets sick, forget it. You’re not watching anything.
The bad news is that Baby Mets has an ear infection, and I was unable to catch a minute of the Colts/Jags. The good news is that it should be cleared up by tomorrow, Game 1 of the World Series.
I do know that the Colts won, to keep their perfect season going. They beat the Jaguars 29-7.
I know that the SoCal fires are forcing some of the Chargers to relocate.
I also know that the Red Sox are preparing for the Rockies’ arrival at Fenway.
I know that Beckett looks like he was hiding a monster hangover. Not that I blame him.
I know that athletes kissing their babies will always elicit the “awwww”. (That is Brandon Jacobs of the NY Giants, kissing his son Brayden.)
I know that animatronic anything is creepy, let alone a 26-foot rendition of the Dolphins DE Jason Taylor.
And I know that Sidney Crosby is still hot:
Yeah, his team didn’t play last night. So what?