Okay, complete tangent. My wife, Megan Morrison, is going to have her first book published. It’s an adaptation of Rapunzel. Details here. Get hyped for Summer 2015. Spoiler alert: the book is good.
The victor in this final contest of a divided 4-game set (which had its last game postponed to today by rain) will drive the other team back in the loss column and emerge the leader of the division. It’s a rematch of Price (who shut the Sox down to the tune of a complete 1-run game) and Doubront (who did respectably, pitching into the seventh and giving up 3). Revenge, por favor.
But you’ll forgive me if I’m riding too high on spouse pride to care much about being half a game back if they lose.
Congratulations, Devine, that’s great news for your family.
Absolute bullshit blown call in the 8th costs the Red Sox the tying run and gets the Rays out. If there is any justice, Ortiz will bring the hammer down in the 9th. God damn, that was an awful call, blue.
Okay, never mind, that fucking SUCKED! FUCK YOU, UMP.
That was an awful call. I’m trying to feel bad for.. wait, I had something. Nope, it’s gone.
Just keep beating each other evenly to give the Yankees enough time to flail away and draw out the painful reminder that all hope is lost for the postseason this year.