Wednesday, July 4

It comes down to this

When you're sick and it just so happens that every time you have watched your beloved team lately (in person or on TV), they have sucked like a Hoover, you can get a little irrational. Like, for instance, when the Lugo came up after Scott "You bitches can't hit me" Kazmir walked the bases loaded -- I feared the worst. I mean, Julio was hitless for his last 8,000 at bats. Odds were not in my favor. And then they showed Matt Clement in the dugout. Why? Why is he there? He's getting his suck on my team! Bygones. The point is this: I was perilously close to tears with Lugo at bat, and somehow, he knew this, and at last, the motherfucker got a damn single. He actually ended up with two hits today, and we ended up with the win, and I don't care if it's just the Devil Rays. Also, I'm going to ignore that home run, Jonathan Papelbon. I know you didn't mean it.

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