For Dawn, Mikey Lowell.
Both pictures courtesy of Kelly at sittingstill.net.
'Cause I've got NOTHING for tonight. No Red Sox news, no tales of Rakes committing a felony, and nothing on Baby Trot and his baby steps into a life of crime.
I now know how the news media feels when the best story they've got is the one where the man actually does bite the dog. Hopefully tomorrow I can come up with something other than 2 pictures and a bunch of nonsense; though I wouldn't hold my breath.
Best I can manage is Rakes slammed the door to the study/Sox shrine and shattered the glass on the frame holding my Beckett ESPN The Magazine cover; I just put the thing back on the wall. I figured Beckett wouldn't care, so why should I?
Sorry I couldn't come up with anything more substantial.
What can I say?
Some days you're the windshield and some days you're the bug.