Now where were we...
Well, according to the national news media, we'd been driven to collective bed wetting with fear and grief and it was only the surprise and ultimately soothing Fenway appearance of Neil Diamond that gave us the strength to get our shit togethah and somehow carry on.
I like that little shuffle step Neil does when he sings.
Somewhere a groundskeppah was muttering, "Would you look at this guy... He's gonna wear a bare patch in my grass!"
Meanwhile, when did the Royals good?
Were the Royals good or were the Sox just bad in both games of the double?
Aftah winning 7 straight, I think I can accept a bad day.