The Boston Red Sox: Defenders of the 2004 World Championship!! "Whoever plunges into his experiences with the momentum of hope, will remember so that he cannot forget." - Soren Kierkegaard.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

I didn't get to watch the game last night because I was at work all night - what else is new - and by the time the shift was over I already had found out that they had lost and didn't want to watch anyway. But I did have a very long, very good, and very cathartic phone conversation with my good friend Paul, during which we decided this:
1) the team (especially Pedro and Varitek) is just plain tired due to Tito running them into the ground
2) fuck tito, he couldn't manage his way out of a wet paper bag
3) we want to adopt cabrera and spend hours dressing him up in little outfits (oh wait, that's just me.)
4) fuck pride, it's all about winning the World Series, not about the division at this point. So what if the Sox get in throught the back door again this year, they need to get to the Dance, by any means necessary, and if Tito runs them fucking ragged (Pedro in the eighth, you've got to be KIDDING ME) trying to chase this unimportant divisional pipe-dream then what good are they going to be in October??
5) Question: What if the Sox just resigned Cabby and let everyone else go?
Answer: Hmmmmm...maybe I would be okay with that. Seriously.
6) How is Francona gonna lose a game the night before because he was "resting his bullpen" and then go and blow the next game by overusing his starter??????? WHAT. THE. FUCK.
7) Tito's "hook" is slow to non-existant.
8) Overall, 2003 was more fun.
9) If they're going to the playoffs, then why do I feel so disappointed?
10) Terry Francona should be fired and/or wake up dead.
11) Let's just skip the next week and a half and get right to the agonizing heartbreak already since it's obvious that Francona has not ONE FUCKING CLUE what he is doing, and let's face it - we have all known this since the season started.
12) I have to go to work.