May 11th - 3-10

I accidentally met the home buyers yesterday. I left work early to meet Tieraney at the car repair shop (check engine light is on on her Matrix), but she got off work late, so I killed the time by loading some stuff into my car at the old house. When done, she still wasn't of work, so I played the DS. Before long, there were people on my porch: the buyer, her boyfriend, some kid (I'm assuming it's theirs) and their Realtor. They were doing there final walkthrough, which I thought was happening earlier in the day. Regardless, they seemed pleasant enough. Didn't say much, but that's because I'm an intimidating son of a bitch. It briefly talked with them about buying some of the stuff I don't want to move out of the place. Do I want to be bothered with hauling a computer desk, lawn mower, grill and rug back to Mogadore? Hells no! But I also am in desperate need of money, so we'll see if they're interested in giving me cash for them.

Either way, it's going to be a long week. I'll be taking off early each night to stop by the old place and get more boxes to the new place. There's not a lot...just some junk in the attic and kitchen. But I'm not looking forward to running up and down 2-1/2 flights of steps multiple times each evening. I won't complain, though. This week is the final push towards closing on Friday.

Interestingly, meeting the buyers led to what I figure to be one final anxiety dream about the house. I was out there with my dad and brother Matt, when I saw holes through the roof in the boy's old bedroom, and giant water damaged area that were growing and bubbling right before my eyes. I started yelling and screaming about the place as my family looked on as if I was insane. Which is appropriate. Were that to really happen, I actually would go insane.

Refs didn't overturn the call, so the four yard pass stands.

My ball: 3rd and 3 on my 46.