Things are good because I am not dead yet and the rats move in the beer cans and the papersacks shuffle like small dogs …
Finally, down oh-and-two, we have them right where we want them.
Absolutely. Last year's ALDS sweep was the anomaly. This is how we do it. Take gut; death, at last, is no headache. '99 against Cleveland, '03 against Oakland.
Dude, you're so flippin' right. Besides who wants to win easy anyway?
Nothing like riding back into the opponent's house for game 5 with a stick of dynamite in your teeth.
When we chose to, nobody does hope bettah than a Red Sox fan.
Our banjo screams sing sing through the darkened dream, green grow Fenway green …
Several of today's lines are taken directly or with paraphrasing from Charles's Bukowski's poetry volume The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses over the Hills
"I am not dead yet …" from "Remains."
"Sometimes my clock falls …" from "Division"
"Dynamite in your teeth" from "The Way it will Happen Inside of Can of Peaches&emdash;" "Takes gut …" and "banjo screams…" from "Song of my Typewriter"