I have the BEST friends........part 2

Some may question the motives behind these particular friends, but knowing their hearts, all I can do is laugh and thank them.

If you don't know by now, my beloved Yankees lost last night, thus ending their stint in the 2010 MLB playoffs.  I was so bugged watching the game that I simply turned it off knowing in my gut that a W wasn't in the cards and that we were through for the season.

I'm in mourning.  Sure.  Any good Yankee fan would be.  But I'm a good sport and knowing how the Steinbrenner's throw their money around, we'll get some good pitching in and come back strong next season.  I'll just have to decide now whom to cheer for during the world series.  But I digress.

My first condolence call came late last night from Tib.  Of course, I was asleep, but in her voice mail she was consoling me, telling me to back away from the ledge (in case I was so distraught that I would jump), and reminding me that it was all just a game.  Isn't she sweet?  (who says sarcasm doesn't come across in the written word - you can feel it can't you?)  What a good friend to make sure that I was reminded that they had lost. 

Then on the way home from the gym this morning, as I turned the corner onto my street was Jim.  Now Jim and his fam or die hard Rangers fans.  We have had some words back and forth during the playoff series, but all in good fun.   So as I round the corner, who is standing there with his Rangers hat and cup of coffee, just nonchalantly hanging out?  The Jim-ster.  It's like he was just waiting for me to come home so he could gloat a little (or a lot).  We had a chat, I congratulated him, and reminded him that good pitching will beat great hitting any day of the week, and the Rangers certainly earned their spot.

Later that day, I get voice mail from Martina (Jim's wife).  I call back, make connection with Jim, and they mention they need to stop by a little later.

When the doorbell rang and I answered, this is what I was met with:

The whole Ricketson fam (minus middle son) all donned in their Ranger garb.

They are happy!     Me?  not so much.......

And then to just make sure I understood their purpose

How awesome is that?  Not that my team lost of course, but that I scored a chocolate cake cause someone knew I felt badly?  Or were they just gloating?

Doesn't matter to me - they're just dang good friends!