It's currently 3-2 Texas in the bottom of the 7th inning.
I'm home alone due to Ang and Ciera off on a mother/daughter retreat and Rakes and Trot at the in-laws tonight. The Sox are on the tv, I ate 2 frozen burritos for dinner, and I have no responsibilites other than wake up in time to go to work tomorrow.
The very least the Red Sox could do is pull a rabbit our of their collective rear end and win this flipping thing.
For some Sox mojo, I need to look no farther than Kevin Millar.
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