I wasn't in a hatin' mood today, either... until Swisher's shit-eating grin and over-appreciation of his little home run there. Now, I'm not a violent man, but I'd pay a solid chunk of change to get one free punch at his painfully smug mug.
Wait... wait... what is this feeling I'm having? It's vaguely familiar. I'm trying to put a name on it... hold on a second! Am I actually having FUN watching a Red Sox game?! Well, whaddya know.
Red, I know you weren't drinking when you wrote this post, but I sure as hell hope you're drinking now.
A season of pain.
That strikeout of the mulleted not-Wolverine made me ridiculously happy. Maybe too happy. I'll take it where I can get it.
Well, the beginning of this game is eerily familiar.
Think I might have a little something in my eye over here...
It just struck me that there may be no greater insult than "Would have made a great Yankee".
Oh man, I am so completely on the Lamont train now. This must happen!
I keep hoping Don & Jerry will notice the, um, attractive lass along the 1st base line wearing the green "Rub For Luck" t-shirt, and connect it to the now-infamous groping incident. But the game is unfortunately (or, rather, fortunately) too close for such wandering commentary.
Red - it's no lie when I say that I thought of this very phrase and said "Damn, that would make a perfect Surviving Grady headline." Hey, dreams do come true!