Final score from tonight? 10-6, Orioles.
Sox take the lead, thanks to back to back Home Runs from JD Drew and Manny, then have to watch Okajima gack it up with Craig Hansen contributing to the carnage.
Usually, I'd lose it like Al Pacino in Glengarry Glen Ross, (NSFW) but that little guy with the blanket wrapped around him and mayhem in his eyes? He sorta helps me see the big picture.
Don't get me wrong; I still cursed out Aubrey Huff under my breath, hoped Brain Roberts had an unfortunate incident with the pine tar, and hit myself repeatedly in the gibleys with Rakes' light saber while muttering "Why didn't Tito bring in Delcarmen instead of Okajima?"
Hey, don't judge me. It's progress.
As I slip ever so quickly toward middle age, I see more and more what's really important, and my wife and kids help keep me somewhat grounded. And I realize daily that this game I love is just that: a game.
But seriously. The Orioles? At Fenway? AFTER we take a 6-4 lead?
Screw that noise.
Even Ghandi would've lost his mind.
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