There's an old southern saying about being angry:
He (or she) was madder than an old wet hen.
tuesday was game four of the ALDS between the Red sox and the yankees. One more win for the Red Sox and they could advance to play the Houston Astros in the ALCS for the right to go to the World Series.
I planned ahead. Knowing I would ave to work that night, I set up my DVR to record the game. Iwould watch the game when I got home from work.
To keep the suspense going, I did not check for any scores from my phone or the radio. I was all set to watch the game. I turned on the tv, settled into my recliner, pulled up my recordings, and guess what? The game didn't record!
I was livid! My words for the next few minutes would have shamed a sailor just returning from a long stretch at sea. Finally calming down (somewhat), I decided I at least had to know the outcome. I turned the station over to the MLB (Major League Baseball) channel. There, I found out that, although it was a harrowing ninth inning, the Red Sox had won.
There was relief, but still some anger remained.
Today, with a cooler head, I've thought back on the events. I have never had this problem before (technical wise), so I must have, in my rush) forgot to enter the command to record. Unless I can somehow invent a time machine, I'll never know... unless it hapens again.
I have gone from being an old wet hen to being cool as a cucumber.
I like being cool so much better.
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