"Sir, I served with Josh Beckett, I knew Josh Beckett, Josh Beckett was a friend of mine. Sir, you're no Josh Beckett."A 10-1 lead morphs into a 10-8 nail biting, ulcer promoting, pre-heart attack inducing 10-8 win with me sitting in the Lotus position in the bathroom while I create new and unique curse words in between banging my head on the sink.
In other words? A typical Josh Beckett start in the Year of our Lord 2010.
I think for Christmas I'm gonna ask Santa for the Commander of the **** You Brigade to return to Boston in 2011.
If you need me I'll be breathing into a paper bag for the next hour or so.
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