Ok Sox fans, this is a biggie. This Blog is finding too much bile remaining from September of 2011 in his Sox loving sycophantic heart, it can be denied no longer.
Josh Beckett, save us. Yes, that is the state of things. Josh....Beckett. How could this happen? Even Papelbon's megga contract with the Phightin Phillies seems reasonable now. This feels like when one breaks up with a significant other because one feels he/she could do better, would be better off without them, but instead one's social scene becomes a barren wasteland and you see the one you left behind laughing in the distance with some good looking so and so and you regret. The Red Sox have again induced regret in Sox Nation. This Blog predicted the team will skip and hop to a playoff looking team by the end of May. Still possible, so why does a win today seem so desperate?
Human nature. Please Sox, save us from ourselves. David Price casts a large shadow, be like the mostly naked dudes in that horrible '300' movie and fight in the shade. (It's pitiful what the Red Sox can do to a bloke, no witty remarks to be found.)
Until next time,
The SAHD
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