And the Winner is...

Wait for it...
Me.

I think I'm up for the Worst Friend of the Year Award...

My best friend, Bean, called me during the game (Red Sox v. Rays) and miraculously I picked up. And I NEVER answer the phone for ANYONE when there's a game on. But I made an exception for Bean. Partly because I was delirious from my head cold and mostly cause she's my Little Twin Soul. It takes a lot for me to speak to anyone during a sporting event, let alone the World Series...

I was proud of her. She actually watched most of the game with me while on the phone and even declared it as ... "exciting." Soon I'll force all my friends to watch baseball and the world shall be all MINE!!!! *evil laughter* Dance, puppets! Dance!!!!!

I had texted her earlier in the day to make sure she was feeling ok. She'd been sick for two months straight and had been having fevers every night, so I told her in a haze of Nyquil: "Um, I pretty sure I can take you to emergency if you need to go, but just not until around 8.30 or whenever the game is finished..."

She laughed. I wasn't kidding.

I was dead serious.

I'm a horrible friend. I know this. I admit it. I'm owning up to it.

So the moral of this story is: If you need me desperately and are in dire need of assistance in a life threatening emergency... there'd better not be a game on. (Or you'd better pray that the ER has HDTV with a sports package)