Clambake NOW. I don't suppose we can cut the cable to your parent's house so we aren't subjected to this torture again.
I like your kind of crazy. . . although I'm a little disappointed in your late revelation regarding The Captain. I'd been on that train of thought since they dropped one to the Devil Rays.
Also, we need to hire an exorcist. Tito is currently possessed by the spirit of Grady Little. . . it must end now.
Bombay Sapphire is a sweet sweet mistress. It's been too long since I partook. Depending on how Saturday's game against the O's goes (I'll be there), I might need a few to drown out the rapidly encroaching depression.
nothing to say but...*slow applause*
Honestly, I'm beginning to think I should post at 3:30am more often. Except for that whole "not sleeping" thing.
Do you seriously have David Wells and JASON JOHNSON pitching in this series?!
Watch out for Loewen tonight; he was absolutely filthy on Saturday against the MFYs.
Fuck 'em. I'm done. Again.
Chris, are you antagonizing me? Also, LEST YOU FORGET that I was down there a few months ago cheering VERY LOUDLY for Loewen when he pitched against Randy Johnson. BECAUSE I AM A GIVER!
What I am saying is that I might be a little hungover and prone to fits of rage.
Drastic measures are called for!!!!!
Maybe you could FULL NAME the entire 40 man roster before you go to Maine.
Kristen,
That was the Loewen prototype you saw back in June. It had control issues. Hadn't yet been refined into a flamethrowing, nasty-curveball-spewing machine. This right here is version 2.0. Fitter, happier, more productive.
And yes, I know that I just ensured that he will walk approximately 37 Red Stockinged batters tonight.
But he beat Mussina, so he'll always be OK by me.
Goddamn Styxx.
OH MAMA I'M IN FEAR FOR MY LIFE FROM THE LONG ARM OF THE LAW. HANG MAN IS COMIN' DOWN FROM THE GALLOWS AND I DON'T HAVE VERY LONG.
OOOOOOOHHHH!
Dammit.
::gets out iPod, listens to song::
Maybe we should explain to the rest of the team that the saying is 'The Captain always goes down with the ship', and not the other way around.
Listen, the Red Sox started to somewhat suck long before Tek got shot by the wacked-in-the-head Yankees fan (an oxymoron seeing as they are all wacked in-the-head)... the one with the sniper rifle. I have it on good authority that the perp (TV cop drama term) took the shot from the corner of the Citgo sign. Hard to believe, I KNOW... but it's all part of a plot to disgrace Boston in the eyes of the world. My sources tell me part of this plot involves painting a huge portrait of Ho-Che Minn in a very public place where it can be seen by thousands daily! Yep, sounds incredible... I don't know how reliable THAT information is though, because REALLY who the heck is Ho-Che Minn... I mean, maybe if it was Bin Laden...and anyway
how long would it take before something like that got noticed and they simply painted over it... Right, about TWO minutes! So that's kinda stupid...
But Varitek was obviously shot, and while The Sox actually started to begin their suckiness just after feasting gloriously on the NL East... Wait, wait, I think it was something the plotters sprinkled on the NL East! (What ever it was, it rubbed off on the White Sox during that 19 inning game... because if anything they have sucked worse than us since...) It is obvious to me that though we had sucked, we did not suck hard enough for the conspiritors... thus, the shot heard 'round the Nation.
Sadly for us this vile and dastardly attack, combined with the Capitain going down, has launched the Sox into a serious belly flop the likes of which we (you'll note, I used the ROYAL we there ARRRGH) have not witnessed before, a collapse swifter even than the vanishing of the 14 game lead in 1978.
This is armageddom people, the appocaypse, NOW...
I think I'm going to be sick.
THE JIG IS UP.
Stephen King KNOWS.
Ok, deep breaths, have some tequila if you want, vodka too. And then chill. I have read ahead in the script and you seriously won't believe some of the shit that is coming up! Take the voodoo pins out of your Wally dolls and sit comfortably in your seats.
And Styx is one of the most godawful excuses for a band ever forced upon an innocent populace ever. Put 'em in a tube along with REO Speedwagon, Michael Jackson, and Journey and launch 'em all at the sun. Do the same to Giambi, Sheffield, Bonds and all the other steroid cheaters and I'll be even more happy.
I want a Remy-Don vinyl suit S+M bobble head doll.
Just because.
Oh no. You did not just rag on Journey. My love for Journey knows no bounds. In fact, I am not even kidding you when I say that I was rockin' out to "Separate Ways" not three minutes ago. Rockin'. Out.
Awww, Kristen, my distaste for the shrieky Journey thing is more than squashed by my respect for your writing and all the smiles you have generated.
Well, almost. How do you feel about the Who?, or U2?, or Zeppelin?
Whatever. But your blog is awesome, and frequently the best thing out here in regard to our fave nine. I have directed more than a few folks here and they all have reported back that they enjoy your reportage of life within RSN.
You want to see Roger Waters?
"All's Well That Ends, Wells":
The Fat Man Pitched;
He won;
If he was only half-bombed, it would've been a PERFECT Game.
Dear Red Sox fans,
You're welcome.
Love,
Orioles fans
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