The more I hear about the 2011 Red Sox the more it's once upon a midnight dreary.
Yeah, and the new skip isn't going to have it easy, you know stahting off as the mastah of an unmerciful disastah.
Seriously. Deep into that dahkness peering, long I stand here fearing, it's gonna be all "Wait until the year aftah the year aftah next year."
Perhaps you should sit divining, pink-hatted at ease reclining, on the bandwagon's velvet lining?
Quoth the Raven: Nevah that whore.