*Picture from yahoosports.com*
After a week of dealing with a school bus route that changes daily, Ciera in her first week of 4th grade, Rakes meeting his pre school teachers PLUS developing a heart murmur, and a Yankee sweep, I've just about reached my limit.
Tonight in Boston may have pushed me over the edge: down 9-3, the Sox came back to 9-8 in the bottom of the ninth, only to get punched in the jimmy by Tek's ground ball double play to end the game.
As much of a suck fest as that is, the fact the Yankee's lost sort of takes all the sting away: we started tonight 5 games up, and we end it the same way. THIS is what the people who follow baseball casually don't get: a 5 game lead is harder to overtake than getting the Shiite's and the Sunni's to reach a peace accord.
Papi's expression sort of sums up the entire Red Sox Nation's feelings: we aren't happy with the outcome of this game, yet tomorrow brings another day. Hopefully, it also brings a healthy Manny to help put a stop to this nonsense.
Tonight's M.A.S.H. total reads Manny, JD, and Dougie. This is NOT the time for the boys to start dropping like fly's.
Tomorrow brings the September call ups: welcome to the show Jacoby, Moss, and Bucholtz. We're gonna need you more than I ever thought possible.
Seems as if my worry free September was only a dream.
I wouldn't have it any other way.