I've Got Crayons
My mom and I have a saying. Mo and I say it, too. And now Kerry has been brought into the circle. When things are going wrong - I mean really wrong - we say, "I've got crayons."

The phrase originated as an inside family joke in the '60s. My mom comes from a large French-Canadian family (she was the 2nd born of 6). My grandmother wore the pants. To this day, although she has mellowed some, no one messes with my grandma. Every morning, she made lunches for the crew. All sorts of delights hid in the infamous brown bags: egg salad, peanut butter and jelly, baloney on white with the crusts all sliced off. And since my grandmother (who also kept a full time job) baked constantly, the kids were likely to get a fresh piece of carrot cake or a brownie. The brown paper bags aligned the dining room table in the morning and the kids grabbed their lunches as they scurried out the door and off to school. One of the clan, let's call him my uncle Joe, was the sort of outcast of the group. He allowed himself to be picked on and taken advantage of by the other kids (jokingly, not violently or hurtful, I am told) and was a constant source of embarrassment to my mom and her older sister. He was the family McFly.

One day during lunch, the kids reached into their bags, pulled out the yummy contents and announced what they received. "I've got ham and cheese!" "I've got turkey!" Then, poor uncle Joe, with head cast down said, "I've got crayons." Evidently, the crayons were kept in a brown paper bag, too, and in the general chaos that ensued pretty much every morning, he picked up the wrong bag.

So, following this logic:

Red Sox - Peanut Butter and Jelly on Wheat, Chocolate Pudding
Orioles - Tuna on Rye, Mini bag of Pringles
Yankees - Sea Green, Burnt Sienna, Violent Red, Turquoise Blue