*Image courtesy of Kelly O and www.sittingstill.net*
All the above were leads held by the Red Sox tonight against Toronto. Then Tito puts Papelbon in the game to get the last 4 outs and all of a sudden I'm on the phone with "1-800-Ineedadifibrilatorstat".
Before I can yell out "CHARGE" to Ang, it's 10-9 Red Sox, bases loaded, and I'm at the medicine cabinet throwing Flinstone vitamins willy nilly over my shoulder while I look for the nitroglycerin tablets I stole from my Dad 9 months ago.
Thankfully Pap got out of it before I found them. I'm pretty sure you can OD on nitro; at least I saw an episode of ER once that makes me think that.
God, it's me. I know your'e there.
Can I please have a completely classless game sometime in the next week?
My heart, as well as my sanity would greatly appreciate it.
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