2004-10-28 - 12:40 p.m.
I am incredibly tired today. Mostly from not getting any quality sleep over the past 12 days.
I blame the Red Sox.
I'll admit, Baseball is not my first sport of choice, but I am a fan. However, for the past few weeks here in MA, it was mandatory that you watch the games. All of them. To the end.
Don't get me wrong. I am glad that after 86 years the Sox finally won the World Series. However, my liver, wallet, and people who have to deal with me on a day-to-day basis are very glad and very releaved to see this finally end.
I watched the final game last night in a pub that had about 30 extremely large plasma TV’s. I’ve been to this pub before, and I am glad that the TV’s were all tuned to the same channel. Being in a room that is literally wall-to-wall TV’s when they are not all tuned to the same channel is quite disturbing, to say the least.
The pub was crowded.
How crowded was it?
It was so crowded that I was expecting Great White to jump on stage and start to sing. (Bah-dump).
Thank you. I am here all week.
So last night I watched an era end. The sox are no longer cursed. For 4 generations Sox fans lost. We took pride in that. Honestly. Every big city has a major sports franchise that has something to be proud of. But it was only Boston that had “The Curse”. That’s now gone. We are no longer special. (Oh, well yea, the winning of the series and all. I guess you can call that special) but are we to become just another Ball club that won?
I often compared being a Sox fan to being that stupid guy that dates this incredibly hot girl who just happens to be crazy. You know, you get all wrapped up in her, and start to think, this aint right, but maybe, just maybe it could all work out. Then BAM! The chick goes mental and the whole thing collapses around you and you are left crying alone, drinking to dull the pain and wanking off to Victoria’s Secret catalogs.
“Never again” you declare. But then before too long, the freaky crazy chick comes back knocking on your door and you get to thinking “maybe you’ll give her one just one more chance”.
And then, as soon as you get all emotionally involved again…BAM! She grabs the freak out train to Splitsville, taking your heart and testicles with her.
Never again you say.
And sure-as-shit next weekend your back with her thinking this time it will be different. She aint gonna break my heart again.
Sucker.
For the past 86 years, the Red Sox have been that crazy hot chick that has come knocking on our collective doors in the middle of the night, only to break our hearts and steal what ever loose change was laying around.
Well, last night that freaky chick just got her prescription filled. Go Sox. Congratulations.
Can we switch John Kerry for Manny?
God. Those metaphors suck.
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