Saturday, June 24

One nuclear bomb can ruin your whole day

Why is it that watching my team lose makes me so fucking cranky? Otherwise, I had a perfectly lovely day: I slept in, the Sox won on a walk-off homer by Big Papi (after Papelbon employed the steely eyes for 2 1/3 innings), I went for a run and it didn't totally destroy me, and I bought groceries for the first time in a month. On the whole, not a bad Saturday. And yet, I am pissed. I want to dismantle things with my hands. I want to bust some heads, tear this town up, overturn cars. It's my sports-induced Hulk brain. I gotta do something about that.

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