Thursday, May 12

You're right, you're right, I know you're right

Damn you, Bill Simmons. Why did you have to be so right? Yes, I finally saw Fever Pitch last night. And maybe Bill colored my view or maybe I'm just in a shitty mood for romance, but it really wasn't good. The one true (and funny) moment came when Drew made some asinine comment about Pedro pitching on Friday, and Jimmy had to correct her -- because Schilling was pitching on Friday, and Pedro on Saturday. I would do that. In fact, I'm sure I've done that. A million times.

It was almost worth the icky chick-flickness of it all just to hear Dirty Water blaring over shots of the incomparable Fenway Park. Almost. (And don't get me wrong: I love chick flicks. Just not bad ones.)

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