I'm not going to add much beyond what's already been said. All I know is that despite how grating Sports Guy can be at times (who has succeeded in diluting my memory of Shawshank Redemption, thank you very much), the plight and incredible success of the underdog Red Sox can be appreciated across America, beyond the MLB fanbase. The indomitable Mariano Rivera was, well, domited. My bus arrived at 5:50pm, and I knew that if I raced over to the Facility, I'd make it just in time for the luxury of being locked down in headcount. So I opted instead to treat myself to some Panda Express. Mmm, panda tastes good: it tastes just like orange chicken and kung-pao beef. After scarfing down the adequate-but-fast Chinese food, I pedaled along back to Work Furlough, arriving at quarter-after. Lockdown had just ended and I went straight to the TV room to find the Sox in cruise control 6 runs to nothing.

I had to miss the bulk of the game, though, because of an AA meeting, but I kind of tuned out anyway. I know the outcome of the meetings: I get coffee. Likewise, I knew the outcome of the game. I took the meeting as an opportunity to donate my Drew Carey joke book to the AA locker (where they keep the pamphlets and copies of the Big Book and keychains and whatnot). Yes, it's counterproductive to AA's goals to be telling jokes about beer or big dick jokes like:

My dick is so big, I have to call it Mr. Dick in front of company.
My dick is so big, I'm already fucking a girl tomorrow.
My dick is so big, there's still snow on it in the summertime.
My dick has better credit than I do.
My dick is so big, it has its own dick. My dick's dick is bigger than your dick.

But I also feel that mandatory rehabilitation is a waste of everyone's time, and so it may as well be peppered with good humor. I've been spending the past couple of meetings writing down my opinions of theology and morality, and I'm hoping that it becomes a treatise once I prove all other opinions wrong.