Pizza, Beer, and Sox

Couldn't help myself. The Red Sox game and a town full of radios blaring and hometown fans partying made the debate the last thing on my mind. The game was on everywhere you went. The local pizza joint did a land office business around 6:00pm. Pizza dough flying, fans cheering, cash register ringing.

By the early evening, I was too tired to even listen. I slept through most of the debate and woke up at one point to hear Bush ranting about the beauty of trees and the environment or something totally weird, which was really his version of why it was okay to clearcut forests I think. I rolled back over to sleep. Game won, debate lost.