It's 6:30 a.m. I am awakened by the sounds of Mr. Eva fumbling for something in the medicine cabinet.
"Darn. You woke me up. I was cuddling under a blanket with Jim Rice," I groan.
"Did you ask him about the Red Sox?" inquires Mr. Eva.
"Huh?" I respond.
Mr. Eva repeats, "Did you ask him about the Red Sox? Just like if you were in bed with Kevin Garnett--
You'd want to talk about the Celtics."
"Yeah, right," I mumble as I roll over and try to transport myself into that dream!
Mr. Eva and I are just not on the same page when it comes to sports.