The Red Sox and Rays are currently in the bottom of the 11th, tied at 4-4, with no outs and Carl Crawford at second.
I need a hug.
To top it all off, Ang is singing in a wedding tomorrow and the rehearsal was tonight at 6:30. At least in theory; it didn't end until 8:15, which means we didn't eat until 9:00 tonight.
Yes, I went.
And I firmly believe if I had been home watching the game, the Sox would have won it in 9 innings and my stomach wouldn't be churning right now. Yes, I'm THAT superstitious. Adding injury to insult, The Mayor blew a tire scoring a run and had to leave the game.
I blame myself.
Carl Crawford just scored from second; game over, Rays win 5-4.
I'll be in the kitchen, banging my head on the counter if you need me.
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