I’m not weeping–but, I’m not singing.  However, if they aren’t going to play well, what can you do?  So be it.  And since my family is a Pure Red Sox family, we have none of this foolishness.  Luckily.

While–as a human being–I feel sorry for this man, if he comes into the game tonight, I’m turning off the television.  Life is much too short to witness horrible sights.  Although I won’t go so far as to say I shouldn’t waste my beautiful mind on such things. 

And Manny is maybe not very bright, either.

But, the team has lots of good young players, the farm system is loaded–if you haven’t already, wait until you see this kid play!–and they have a chance to be extremely competitive for years to come.  Ergo, it’s all good.

And the Patriots are fabulous, so no self-respecting New Englander can really complain.  We’ve had an excellent ride for the past few years.  I hope the ride continues after tonight, but if it doesn’t, que sera, sera.

A testosterone thriller with a female main character is more fun than one with a cliched male lead.

i would like the Red Sox to win tonight, obviously–but, I can’t help wishing even harder for some semblance of world peace, given the terrible attack in Pakistan today.  

But, our Commander in Chief is still relevant.  Whew.