Redsoxchickie: Just This Side of Stalking

Surprisingly, stalking ballplayers is not a growth industry.

1. I will chain myself to the wheel of Theo’s car, turning myself into a human ‘boot’ and refuse to remove myself until he ups the offer.

It only took a month to come to grip with the fact they lost in game 7 of the ALCS to the FREAKIN’ DEVIL RAYS! Not that I’m still bitter or anything.

For better or worse what went though my head during the game. It ain’t pretty people.

Which means I’ll be breaking out the industrial size bottle of Tums and Chardonnay while plotting a way to sneak a vocal paralytic into Joe Buck and Tim McCarver’s morning coffee.

Will the Manny trade end up like Nomar’s or Jeff Bagwell’s?

It means something now you know…so does stabbing myself in the eye but that doesn’t mean its it a good idea.

Earthquakes, Tornados, Papi possibly out for the season, the Celtics in the NBA Finals and Tampa Bay (albeit briefly) in first place in June. If the Bruins didn’t still suck I’d be convinced the apocalypse was at hand.

In the great tradition of crappy "You’re from the Boston area if…" lists, I’ve decided to compile my own on the eve of the game I sold a kidney for to see the Red Sox get their second ring in my lifetime.

And by Japan I mean the sprawling City of Lowell, where I’ll being eating my omelet in the morning with chopsticks.

I’ve finally returned from Super Bowl rehab, and by rehab I mean I’m no longer making chocolate a major food group and walking around my house with a bottle of wine yelling “Why, God, Why?” So in the spirit of moving on with our lives, some random thoughts since last I vented…

Dear Santa,

I know we won a World Series this year but seeing how I have been wicked good this year I was wondering if I could get a few extra thing in my 6 foot stocking :D

Call it a parallel universe, a worm hole, a shift in the time-space continuum…call it whatever you want, if it wasn’t for a snowy night in January 2002 the Patriots never would have won last night.

I could write something profound about how the team and the organization came together to win the World Series for the SECOND time on my life time, how all 25 guys contributed to the team winning, the differences between the 2004 team and the 2007 team, etc, etc…but what fun would that be? Instead let’s see how the Red Sox winning the 2007 World Series affects ME!!!!!!

I'll post once I stop shaking enough to type coherently.