After working 10 hours and selling all day long, there is nothing, other than kissing my wife and kids, that I look forward to more than seeing the Red Sox play. And as much as I hate to see the phrase "Rain Delay" on my television screen, I hate seeing this even more.
"Game is Postponed".
Why doesn't Mother Nature just go ahead and have a 10 foot tall tree fall on my gibleys and call it a day?
You work all day with that game at 7 p.m. your light at the end of the tunnel and at the end of the day you're stuck watching the Rays/Rangers game and praying for a miracle to happen and the Rangers to stop the sucking.
Word to the wise: you can pray all you want and it still won't matter. Tampa is winning 5-0 and Texas still stinks.
To top it all off, there won't be a double header tomorrow; according to the geniuses who run MLB it'll be made up in SEPTEMBER. Personally, I think Bud Selig should be tied buck naked on top of an ant hill while slathered in Honey for decisions like this, but because of all the restraining orders he'll never hear my opinion.
All I know is it's 10:00 p.m., I have no Red Sox on my television, and I've spent the last 45 minutes putting my collection of NESN transcripts in chronological order.
There'd better be a game tomorrow night or else I'm gonna be forced to color code the stupid thing.
I really need to consider getting some sort of life.
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