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Drowsed with the fume of poppies

Bill:
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, the 2015 Boston Red Sox.

 

Mike:
Seriously, I'm enjoying the coming attractions.

 

Bill:
Yeah, the Mookie and Xandah trailah is rated "Fuck Yeah!" for all audiences.

 


Bill:
Who said there's nothing left to play for...

 

Bill:
If the Sox can just go 4-8 in the remaining games to finish ahead for Valentine's Year Massacre.

 

Mike:
Take it to the bank.

 

Comments

Hmmm...That means they have to win 4 games over the next 3 weeks. That is a tall order, considering how many veterans are injured (Pedroia, Victorino) shut down for their own good (Papi, Koji, Buchhy, Napoli)or out and out benched. (Will)

The Vet told us on Saturday that our 14 year old Beagle, Fenway, has cancer. I think she failed to consider the possibility that this team is killing him.

4 games? They're going to win 98. Oh. Wait. I thought it was April.

Please, please, please, finish ahead of Veet's team.

@COD-Good luck with your Fenway. Ours is an cat from '04. Thankfully he has the good sense to not write commentary.

Pablo, how do you know he isn't writing nasty things about you behind your back?
Granted, after 70 years he's just getting warmed up.

HB - thanks for getting me interested in the last few games. Been sleeping on this season/team since the 4th. I'm back in!


And how 'bout a little PawSoxaholix love for today.


@COD - best wishes...no fun.

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