Yesterday was a phenomenal success as a sports day. We went to the Patriots game and finally, after four unsuccessful tries we had a successful grilling experience while tailgating. The new regulator from Coleman worked and although we had to waste twenty minutes picking-up a new can of propane fuel, it was worth it because it grilled. Matt brought his table and drinks. Sarah's friends from work brought desserts. The cheese was tasting great with the fresh baguettes. So I can now rate our tailgating season at 1 success 3 failures. I think that the key is to focus on each week and make sure we are ready on time. The health of the grill is critical and it was good to get the grill back after two weeks of injury. The old style Coleman camping grill that we had borrowed last week from Sarah's dad last week unfortunately suffered from overtinkering. From what I could tell he had oiled the parts and the fuel was leaking out of the newly oiled areas because the seal was no longer good. The only big area of improvement for grilling was that we need one of those lighter sticks that clicks to make a flame. The clicking mechanism on the portable grill doesn't do a good enough job of lighting the propane in the wind.

The Pats won their 21st. All the points were scored in the first half. Sarah went to the bathroom just before the half which was when the Pats scored their only touchdown. It is always good to beat the Jets. Of note in the crowd was an incident where a Pats fan in our section got into a shouting match with a Jet fan and he decided the throw his beer at him from six rows away. Now the population of the end-zone is 99.99% pure Pats fans with only 2 Jets fans. So the guy's drink splashed all over about ten already moist Pats fans who weren't very sympathetic when he was led out of the stadium by the police. In the upper deck my dad saw some interesting action. Apparently a fight that erupted near him led to one guy throwing another guy down the stairs. The blood on the steps was enough to notice when he went to go to the bathroom.

The Sox also won their second World Series game. That was good to see. We watched it back in Brookline on the ghost ridden television but it was nice to curl-up, warm-up, and relax to watch them soundly beat the Cardinals. I don't think it means too much to have won the first two games against the Cardinals. They are 1-6 in away games in the playoffs and 6-0 in home games. Pedro should have his hands full on Tuesday night.

Tuesday is looking like a crazy day. Jeremy needs me to take him to the registry of motor vehicles for his third attempt at taking his drivers license test. I then have a VMS meeting at 10:30 and then a demo to do that I need to prep for today at some time near 2 PM. I think that is what is driving some bad dreams. On Saturday night I dreamed that I was on an airplane that had been taken over by terrorists. The plane was headed for a building and I was sure it would explode and kill me instantly when the impact hit. I was wondering as the plane travelled towards the building whether it would hurt to die and how stupid it was to be to die in this senseless way.