Freaking crappy, rainy weather

Last night was *supposed* to be OUR night. It was supposed to be the night the Phillies won the World Series. The stage was set -- the boys were in their Phillies gear, Matt had his foam Phillies finger ready to wave, and they were excited to be able to stay up for the whole game (ending at least around midnight).

But alas, in true Philly fashion. Something has to go horribly wrong. An hour into it, it starts raining lightly. And then a little harder. And then much harder. And then before you know it, Jimmy Rollins can't catch the ball because the wind is too strong. Damn, Damn, Damn.

So the only thing to do -- the RIGHT thing to do, is call the game. So now we have to wait until this stupid rain stops until they decide when the next game is going to be played.

And if it doesn't stop before the series moves back to FL, we're screwed. Philly people do NOT bode well in the FL weather. I keep looking out my window, praying for the rain to stop so that tonight will be the night that we win it all!!