There are times when I know what I'm talking about, and times when I don't. Tonight was neither. I said that if Manny got a hit with the bases loaded, the series would be over. However, Eric Wedge must have heard me, because pitching around Manny might have just saved their season. I will take full and complete credit for this. I can call things. If we could make prop bets that were mixed with futures, I'd be driving a Bentley with twelve ladies hanging off the roof (I'd let them in, but this is leather in here baby).
Anyway, baseball is great and all, but sleep might be a little better. Fuck, my roommate from Rhode Island (or RI Guy) started freaking out about this loss. Yeah, I'd freak out too if I had the best lineup in the postseason. Boston fans are like fat high school girls - they need to bitch about problems. Until next time.
Twenty players, 5 innings, one goal: baseball goals.
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