Jumping for Joy
The Usual Suspect asked the other night: "Why do you need to go to Sicily? What's there that you can't get here?" I should have produced this photo (taken from Boots N'All this morning). Of course, this is Easter Island, not Sicily, but the feeling is the same, isn't it?
You can't explain it. You've got the fever or you don't. It's like trying to tell a non-sports fan about being at Game Four the night before last. Something that shouldn't matter (a baseball game) does matter (because it's YOUR team.) It matters a lot.
So many things to take care of before the upcoming marathon flights, but we'll get 'em done. Or we won't. (Just don't forget the IPAD and charging cable.) Either way, the plane will take off and hopefully we will be aboard.
I THINK I have purchased the International Package on MLB.com which would allow me to watch any Championship Series and/or World Series games on my IPAD in the middle of the night somewhere in Venice, Bologna, or Sicily, provided there is internet access. I may end up just having to read about it on line the next day, but I hope not. I may be requesting text updates from some of you. Hopefully that will not be necessary.
But if it is not necessary, hopefully that will not be because the Plotzers have plotzed out. Connectivity issues we can deal with.
I want to meet this Jumping Girl. She gets it.