Redsoxchickie: Just This Side of Stalking

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…

The “Candle” is most definitely retired now. It made a valiant effort all season for the Patriots, but alas it had no more mojo to give. I used it so much it’s practically a puddle of hardened wax with a few threads that resemble a wick. A moment of silence please.

If any Giant fans give you crap, tell them, “I’m sorry, I have to run. I have to go polish the World Series trophies for Opening Day”.

Schilling’s out until at least the All-Star Break. Thank god we have pitching coming out of our arse (knock on wood). And no, I still don’t think we should have traded young talent for Santana.

Lost is back and I’m not afraid to say it: Best Season YET! And I still don’t know what the HELL is going on.

Oh, have I mentioned I’m going to Opening Day this year??? I had to sell a kidney but it will be well worth it to see the Championship banner unfurled. I’ll be sitting third row in the right field box seats. If JD Drew goes out for a fly ball you’ll be able to see me, I’ll be the one with the “I’d Rather Be Looking at Trot Nixon’s Rear” sign…I’m thinking of bedazzling it.

Have you ever accidentally punched yourself in the eye in the middle of the night? I have!

Rodger Clemens has to be the stupidest man alive. Without going on for 6 pages why, I’ll just sum it up: Your former trainer says you used HGH, your best friend used HGH and said you told him you used, and you go and blame your wife by saying she was the one using it not you, proclaiming your innocence for anyone who will listen. All he had to do was say he did it, he was sorry, and that would be the end of it. But his indignation just makes him look guiltier than Britney after a bender.

Thank god the writer’s strike is over, I was running out of crappy train wreck reality TV shows to watch.

If you want to get the tar scared out of you, go see Cloverfield. If you can deal with the shaky camera shots it’s worth it. It takes the few levels of safety one has in a ‘giant monster is going to eat a city’ movie and rips it to shred leaving you a quivering mess where the only thing you can say is “it just ain’t right, man…it just ain’t right.” But I also used to cry whenever I heard the theme to Creature Double Feature so take my opinion for what its worth.
I guess I just have one thing left to say…

Baseball is coming…Baseball is coming!!!! (Insert happy dance here)