After that 7-0 home stand that found me in Fenway Park for the first time, I was convinced the Sox were going to run off one of those 15-5 winning streaks and start to put the rest of the AL East in the rear view mirror. Instead, they go to to Oakland and lay a 0-3 egg, then take one game in Seattle against a team that up until now would have a hard time beating Rudy from "The Bad News Bears".
So after staying up past midnight 5 out of the last 6 days only to watch a big pile of UGH, I needed a diversion from baseball. Just for the day, mind you. I'll be screaming profanities at Jay Payton and calling Brian Roberts a tool come tomorrow night. But today? I need some stress free downtime.
Tonight is the season finale of LOST and I'll be glued to the tv for the next 2 hours. It's the only thing on tv that consistently gives me goosebumps not named Ortiz, David and Ramirez, Manny and is also the only show my wife and I both watch. She's not that big of a baseball fan and I could care less what those bimbos on "The Hills" are up to.
Here's to the boys starting a 10 game win streak tomorrow night and to my mental break from the stress of a 162 game season.
Time to go get LOST.
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