I can’t get that Italian mojo out of my system, for some reason. Tonight I will be chowing down at what I hope is one of New York’s finest new restaurants, which means that I won’t be subject to witnessing the Red Sox leaving Avogadro’s Number of men left on base, or Mark Loretta inexplicably missing a simple ground ball. It also means I won’t get to watch Josh Beckett electrify the Fens or see Manny tee off on the annoyingly surferish and herky-jerky Barry Zito. But all of you will, so use this as your game thread to chat about all the action.
Pop that Zito: Sox-A’s Gamer II
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