This season, however, is looking grim. Soxtober is 34 games away, but right now we are 6 games behind the Yanks and the Rays... Ugh, I forgot how crappy this feels. You pour your heart and soul into a team that doesn't even know you exist. Regardless, you end up screaming at the T.V. like you're Terry Francona on a meth binge.
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|After the Game|
So if by some miracle, orchestrated by the likes of ol' Teddy Williams and God, we happen to make it to the postseason, you will be sure to hear me moaning and groaning about it. Win or Lose.