Jeebus am I tired..........................

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A 19-8 embarrassment on Saturday, Soxaholix lays it out the best-

It's one thing to have the Yankees as your "Daddy." It's quite another to have them play the role of serial pedophile who keeps you tied up in some dingy basement turned torture chamber and rapes you violently 7 or 8 times a day for a week before killing you, dismembering you and then freezing your arms and legs and brain to feast on throughout the wintah.

Ya know, stuff like that. Yankees up three-zero in the series and the outlook was bleak. The ulcers in my stomach were giving themselves ulcers it was so depressing. We scored eight runs in that game, more than we had all series, and still lost by 11. All Sunday during football I had to put up with the "well Bob, this football team still hasn't put up as many points on the board as the Yankees did last night"....ho ho. Funny guys, those football announcers. I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle each and every one of them. Ho ho. hee hee...

So Sunday was spent watching my Titans get spanked AGAIN at home by the "up and coming" Houston Texans 20-10, as the Titans have gone in to Jekyl and Hyde mode this season. The team that played yesterday looked like the Junior Varsity team from high school in comparison to the one that went to Green Bay last week. McNair was picked off four times, and the offense never really got going. The defense played ok, but never came up with the big play when they needed it. And once again, we have a hungry young team to deal with next week in Minnesota. Bleh. This team is not scaring anybody right now, even with Steve McNair..

After that beating, I figured that a depressing Red Sox swan song would be the natural progression for this weekend. By 10:00 central time (freaking 10:00? and the game started at 6:45?), and the Red Sox down two runs in the fourth inning, one would have been wise to go to sleep and rest up for work today. But we in the Red Sox Nation never got this far by being wise. Remember? Idiot UP? So instead I proceeded to lose not one but two friends as the game wore on to sheer exhaustion. At one point I was watching at my best friends house and both him and another friend were snoring so loud I had to go back out to the bar to watch the rest of the game. Once I settled at ye'olde local sports tavern and found some members of Red Sox Nation, I began to get that feeling that this team WOULD NOT DIE TONIGHT. Even when the Yankees had a one run lead and brought in the finest closer in postseason history in Mariano, I still thought we were in it. Sure enough, Bill Mueller came through against Rivera AGAIN, as he has done before by hitting a two out single to tie the game. To finally and mercifully end the game, Big Papi Ortiz came in to hit a 2 run blast that kept the hopes alive for Red Sox Nation for yet another day. 11 pitchers and 426 pitches. And these guys finished the game at 1:30 Eastern Time. They have to play again today 16 hours after this game.

I only watched it on television and I'm exhausted. As I told many a stunned onlooker last night, it's never easy being a Red Sox fan...