Okay, so three games and only one victory. I'm rolling with it -- the Sox don't like Safeco, and I don't really, either. It smells like garlic fries. And it's too big and clean. And we don't win there. Bygones. That is behind me -- I'm moving on to Boston, and Sox wins, and seeing the fam, and my friends, and Dunkin' Donuts, and everything else that is good and pure in the world.
Catch you on the East Coast, people.