Author's Note: I cried last night. Seriously. For the first time watching a Red Sox game I was able to have tears of UTTER JOY stream down my face. We won the effing World Series dude. The Champions of the world! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

Now pray for me going to the parade on Saturday. It's gonna be like, 7 million people and raining. I'll hopefully be with an extrememly hot boy by my side (with all luck that Nicholas). Any who....

New England is the best place to be right now for sports fans. We have a great football team. The WORLD CHAMPION baseball team...Gosh, I still wanna cry out of the wonder of it all...seeing those guys jumping on a pile like that...Pokey Reese on top crowd surfing. Johnny Pesky finally holding up a WS trophy....holy crapola.

And for all you sports fans out there: We will open our home series next year with the Yankees ( cough suck cough ). We will get our Pennent banner, our WS banner and our BLING BLING. Take that Georgie Porgie! Brew haha!

On another note: Nomar Garciaparra whining about them getting here w/o him? Cry me a rivah Nomah. Seriously dude. You are getting a cut in the profits from the play offs. Stop whining already.

You must all understand my delay in updating, right? I've been a bit stressed out over the past two weeks with my boys playing ball and all.

Alex and I sat at the bar and watched a pre game show for Monday night football. Since Mia has left and I no longer played in the band (a casualty from my move to California), sports became kind of important to me. I now followed the Jets, but they weren't playing tonight. That game was New England versus Pittsburgh. "That Tom Brady is a cutie," Alex said.

I looked around and saw that no one was around, luckily. "Alex, it's football. Don't discuss their looks. Stop being a woman."

"What's wrong with being a woman?" the bartender, a woman, asked.

I chewed on a nut. "Nothing. I happen to like woman a lot, but my friend here is talking about Tom Brady and that isn't something I particularly like."

"Another drink cutie?" she asked, fluttering her eye lashes.

Alex tried to hold back his smile. He loved when women flirted with me. "Yeah, thanks."

The bartender, who happened to be named Chirstie, turned out to be a big football fan. "What the hell was that?" she screamed.

I laughed. It wasn't like I was the biggest sports fanatic, but it was weird to see a woman be so into the game. "Big Pat's fan?" I asked with a laugh.

"No, I knew Tom when he was younger. He's from California ya know."

I shrugged. I wasn't the type to look up the personal information about players. "I guess."

As we left, "So I'll see you boys next week?" she called out to us.

I waved, "We'll see."

The next week Alex was refusing to go to the bar to watch the game, so he stayed home with Ella while I went out to watch the game alone. Sad huh? Drinking alone?

"No partner this time?" Christie asked.

I shook my head and kept my eyes pasted to the television screen. "No. He's home with my…" I started to say daughter but for some reason I didn't want her to know I was a father. "My family. We're best friends so he's tight with them."

"Cool. So who do you like for this game?" she asked, looking up at the screen.

"Oakland is looking good this year, but I think the Colts will take this one."

"You are joking right? They suck this year-"

"Wanna bet?" I asked.

"Fine. What do I get when I win?"

"What do you want?" I asked. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was flirting…wait, she doesn't know better so she probably thinks that I am flirting.

"Dinner. And if you are right, then I'll take you for dinner."

"It's a deal."

She winked at me and went to her other patrons.

"Where are you going?" Lilly asked that Friday night.

"Oh, just dinner," I replied.

"I'm working, I can't babysit," she replied.

"I know, Alex is," I replied, putting on my tie. I walked out of the room, hoping she wouldn't follow.

"Whoa, wait. Who are you going to dinner with then?" she asked. "And what is with the hideous tie? Did Mia come in town and not tell me?"

I laughed, "No."

"Then who are you going to eat with?" she demanded.

"This girl Chirstie. She's the bartender at-"

"Flypaper?" she asked.

"Yeah, you know her?"

"Uhm, yeah. The same guy owns the bar I work in. She's filled in a few times at my place. I talked to her last night actually. What the hell are you doing going to dinner with her?"

"I lost a bet so I owe her a dinner."

She rolled her eyes. "Michael, don't do anything stupid. I mean, last night we were talking about our weekend plans and I was complaining about Boris going to Russia for Christmas to be with his parents. She started talking about a hot date for the weekend. For tonight."

"Maybe she's meeting someone afterwards," I offered.

"Or maybe she means you. I'd cancel if I were you. Give her money for dinner or something. She's a man eater."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, she's harmless."

"What I'm trying to figure out is how the hell she agreed to a dinner with you, knowing that you have a daughter."

I bit my lip.

"You didn't tell her about Ella, did you? You are a scumbag Michael. A real dirty guy. Mia is over in Genovia with a gay man while you are going out on a date. You are married, you asshole!"

I hated to admit it, but Lilly was totally right. I looked at myself. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea so I ran to my room and called her up. "Do you mind if I bring someone with me?" I asked.

"Oh, um, sure I guess…not another woman I hope!"

"No," I started with a laugh, "Not another woman."