I was looking forward to writing about how the Red Sox stormed into the second half of the season like The Bandit going from Florida to Texas and back in pursuit of the Silver Bullet for Big Enos and Little Enos but Tim Wakefield apparently didn't get the memo that the All-Star Break was over.
As a result I spent the last 3 1/2 hours trying to convince myself, JB, Ang, Rakes, Trot, Ciera, and the next door neighbor that a 7 run comeback was nothing for this team, conveniently forgetting that other than Youk and JD the starting 9 consisted of a couple of free agent pick ups and several members of the Paw Sox.
Now, if we were playing the Pirates or the local Union #9 softball team this wouldn't present a problem. However, we are currently playing the AL West leading Texas Rangers who just so happen to have a lineup that can flat out hit the cover off the ball, which in layman's terms meant we were screwed.
All of which led me to reminisce about my recent road trip with Jr and Josh and one of the funniest moments 3 guys who've been in a car for roughly 2 straight days can ever have. Yes, it's juvenile, and yes, it's sort of in poor taste.
But we're guys. And did I mention we'd been in the car for roughly 2 days?
So we pull up to yet another toll booth in the great state of Florida. (I'm convinced purgatory is one long toll road, where you just drive aimlessly and have to stop every 10 miles to hand $2.50 cents to a blue haired senior citizen FOREVER.) Jr politely asks the nice lady taking our money how things are going, and when she responds with "Great. How about you?", he blurts out "We're on our way to his (Josh) Dad's house to tell him he's gay!"
Due to FCC regulations, the fact I try to keep it clean around here, and I'm holding all pertinent details back just in case I can get a movie deal out of all this I can't repeat what was said during the next 10 minutes.
Just use your imagination, watch Samuel Jackson in "Pulp Fiction" and any Red Foxx standup routine ever filmed and you'll get a pretty good idea of what happened next.
I'm counting down the days until we can do it all over again, fellas.