There is a town in Massachusetts called Leominster. It’s pronounced “Lemon-ster” and it’s located right next to the town I grew up in, called Lancaster. The two towns couldn’t be any more different – Lancaster is filled with farm-land and quiet backstreets, while Leominster has malls, movie theatres, restaurants and a bustling downtown. It’s kind of a dump, but it’s starting to come around because everyone is being priced out of Boston and Leominster is one of the last bastions for fair house pricing. Leominster is also where I played all of my youth hockey.

Anyway, one of my old roommates from Somerville a few years back moved out to Leominster with his wife and they bought a house. Ever since then, he’s been clamoring for me to come visit him and see the house, but I never go out there so I haven’t been able to see it yet. Well, this past weekend I knew I was going out that way for dinner on Saturday with my girlfriend’s parents, so hurrah! A trrip to Leominster! And just as I have it in my mind to write my friend, I get an email from him telling me he’s going to be in Boston on Saturday. Weird huh? Dumb story, but whatever. When I got back from Leominster, I caught up with him at Tir Na Nog, a great little Irish bar in Somerville.

The Anaheim Angels continue to impress me – I was rooting for the Twins, hoping with all my hope that Bud Selig would have to give the World Series trophy to the team he tried to eliminate last season, but alas, it won’t happen. I’m hoping for a Cardinals/Angles World Series, but it doesn’t look like that will happen. Benito Santiago’s home run last night was a great NLCS moment…..