Redsoxchickie: Just This Side of Stalking

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?

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.