I apologize of the gap in posts. What used to be my normal “relive the game” time in the morning has turned into “scream at people on a conference call.” Come to think of it, when the Sox lose four of six, the only difference might be that the people on the conference call keep wondering why I’m yelling at Wake and Ramirez instead of Joe and Sam.

Even though the Sox have not exactly had a good road trip here (they’re now 3-4 on the trip), there is something to celebrate. Unless the Sox and Twinkies both make the playoffs, the Sox are forever done with the atrocity that is the Metrodome. The Sox will never again be robbed of a home run by a trash bag. They won’t lose base hits to that cement that they call artificial turf. Routine pop-ups in the infield won’t hit a catwalk and turn into doubles. Routine grounders won’t hit a seam and bounce in some strange direction for infield hits. (No, H1N1E6, that error wasn’t because the ball hit a seam. You just can’t field.) And both managers and catchers won’t get ejected. (Oh, I guess that only happened in the Sox last game there.) It’s true that they’ll now get to look forward to 3 hour rain delays in the middle of August when they go to Minnesota, but I think it’s worth it.

Kim and I have a goal to try to see a ballgame at every current major league ballpark. Some of these are going to be easier than others based on how many parks are within driving distance of each other. Getting to Minnesota is not going to be one of the easy ones. But I may have to skip out on seeing a game there. More important to me than seeing a game in Minnesota is getting to see the Hubert Humphry Metrodome crumble into thousands of pieces. Burn baby, burn.