Yes, I'd like a side of diarrhea with that shit sandwich, please.

Thanks to my brother, I was able to go to the Sox-Yanks game with LB last night. The first half of the game was one of the best times I've ever had at the ballpark - great evening, standing next to a bunch of rowdy goofballs, Sox piling it on, everyone laughing and dancing and high-fiving.

Then Oki gave up back-to-back solo shots. And then, the deluge. Pap uncharacteristically served up batting practice, and the Yanks scored six runs in the eighth to make the previously gigantic-looking lead of 7-2 an 8-7 MFNYY show.

The atmosphere in the park changed so quickly. From euphoria to depression at the drop of a hat. Incredible. A really demoralizing loss. Still, had a great time - first time I've ever seen the MFNYY at Fenway. Dice-K pitched well, Ellsburrrry had the first blood RBI, and Timlin had a sweet K.

Let's, um, win please. Today? Becks? Thanks.

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