Game Six for the Sox – Lordy, Lordy, pants on fire!

Well, it’s a big night in Boston! As I go through the day, awaiting the start of the game, I find myself muttering  an expression that I’ve used for years, though I have no idea how I came by it. The expression is, “Lordy, Lordy, pants on fire!”  I’m thinking maybe I made it up, and it was probably inspired by the heightened sense of excitement and calamity when a cartoon character’s pants caught fire!

This expression is heard in my voice in my head or muttered out loud whenever I’m in a tense situation. It might come to mind as I hurry to an appointment and suddenly come upon a traffic jam that threatens to delay me. Or perhaps an unexpected and large bill shows up in the mail (generally those pesky quarterly bills). Or rain falls on the un-raked leaves…. These are “Lordy, Lordy, pants on fire!” circumstances. The anticipation of tonight’s game has me saying it all day long.

I think part of my tension about this series is that I like the Cardinals. Not so much that I want them to take the series, mind you. But have you ever seen such a civil group of ball players as the Sox and the Cardinals are this year? Maybe it’s the guru-like presence of David Ortiz (thank you, Papi!) that keeps the series a real show of the sport, and not of sports egos, as is more typical in all sports now-a-days.

Anyway, good luck, Sox.

Welcome, Cardinals and Cardinals fans. It will be nice to have a bit of the St. Louis spirit in town.

Lordy, Lordy, pants on fire!