I want a Beckett talisman
I am watching the Red Sox lose and watching Manny throw a temper tantrum (and I mean literally, helmets are being thrown at umpires and Manny had better be careful or he's going to be the next thing thrown, right out of another game) and seriously, seriously, I remember my life before baseball, and it was a quieter, admittedly greyer time, but I also drank a lot less and had a lot fewer incidents angst-induced heartburn and I also slept a whole lot better. Now, I have nightmares of Beckett being pulled in the middle of a 6th inning losing streak and I wake up and IT'S TRUE and I just have to make myself think happy thoughts about Ellsbury stealing bases and Pedroia being a little base-hitting firecracker before I can even get out of bed.
Tell me this, Boston: are several of our pitchers wearing matching Beckett-like hemp talismans necklaces? Also, is the video of Youk and Manny making fun of Tek's batting up on YouTube yet?
I have tomorrow morning off, and my to-do list looks like this: 1. Keats, 2. voyeurism, 3. hermit sketch and rice pudding. It's a writing to-do list, if it makes it any more comprehensible/any less alarming. I promise the three items on the list are three different stories.
I'm going to forsake the game in the 9th inning (no, I don't even want to see you warming up, Papelbon) and make some tea and watch The Doctor's Daughter. Someone tell me if, by some miracle, we don't lose; otherwise, I'll see you in the morning with a giant cup of coffee and some tropical flavored Tums.
Tell me this, Boston: are several of our pitchers wearing matching Beckett-like hemp talismans necklaces? Also, is the video of Youk and Manny making fun of Tek's batting up on YouTube yet?
I have tomorrow morning off, and my to-do list looks like this: 1. Keats, 2. voyeurism, 3. hermit sketch and rice pudding. It's a writing to-do list, if it makes it any more comprehensible/any less alarming. I promise the three items on the list are three different stories.
I'm going to forsake the game in the 9th inning (no, I don't even want to see you warming up, Papelbon) and make some tea and watch The Doctor's Daughter. Someone tell me if, by some miracle, we don't lose; otherwise, I'll see you in the morning with a giant cup of coffee and some tropical flavored Tums.