It's the top of the 5th inning, the Red Sox are losing 4-1, and Brad Penny is on the hill.
Trot is in bed with a 102 degree fever, Rakes is asking me every 3 seconds if HE has a fever, and Ang and Ciera are up in West Virginia white water rafting, leaving me, ME, in charge.
Not only are the Sox losing, but the Rangers have stolen 6 bases in FOUR FREAKING INNINGS. And while you may initially blame Tek for all of this, the dude in the cowboy hat in the picture with the move to home plate that looks like The Matrix when they bend over backwards to avoid the incoming bullet is mostly to blame.
I'm firmly convinced the little old lady with the blue hair and the walker I saw at the grocery store last night, along with Haystacks Calhoun and a snail with a torn hammy and one leg could steal second tonight.
So, as Tim in the comment section of yesterdays post so eloquently said, I asked for a rabbit last night and got a kangaroo.
I'm expecting the same tonight.
PS: Gimme back my Wake.
This Week on My TV: May 16, 2015
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