Monday, August 21, 2006
Quoting Dylan and then Signing off
Last night was the first in my self-imposed boycott on the Red Sox.
I haven't seen a team - any team - fold like this band of ballplayers. So I refuse to watch. I refuse to get pissed off. I refuse to go to bed equally as pissed off.
So last night's game, which I did peek at a postgame story about, seems like the pick of the proverbial litter. Finally a quality start, before the bullpen just pulled down their uniform pants and made a big poop on the pitcher's mound.
On the iPod this morning, Bob Dylan is singing a song. And I think it takes the collective temperature of Red Sox Nation this morning.
"It's not dark yet, but it's getting there"
I'm not bothering to follow this afternoon's game, or those of the next week. Not worth staying up till midnight or beyond. Screw it. I'm done.
YH&OS,
I haven't seen a team - any team - fold like this band of ballplayers. So I refuse to watch. I refuse to get pissed off. I refuse to go to bed equally as pissed off.
So last night's game, which I did peek at a postgame story about, seems like the pick of the proverbial litter. Finally a quality start, before the bullpen just pulled down their uniform pants and made a big poop on the pitcher's mound.
On the iPod this morning, Bob Dylan is singing a song. And I think it takes the collective temperature of Red Sox Nation this morning.
"It's not dark yet, but it's getting there"
I'm not bothering to follow this afternoon's game, or those of the next week. Not worth staying up till midnight or beyond. Screw it. I'm done.
YH&OS,
