Fenway has never seemed so far away.

So it's 10:32 on Monday night, I'm trying to wrap my mind around Rene Walker sticking a bread knife in some Russian guy's eye on "24" tonight and watching "Bloods and Cripps" on National Geographic when I see a commercial for some show that involves a really weird dude married to a blow up doll.

That single paragraph speaks volumes about my state of mind right now.

I need baseball.

STAT.