Misery Loves Company: Two Guys Watch Baseball

Uh Oh

The Red Sox have turned my friend into Mister Rogers! Somebody get me a handle of bourbon, a Penthouse, a wiffle bat & ball, and a copy of the 1986 ALCS Game 5. (That '99 ALDS Pedro game will suffice.)

Rob's last post is Exhibit A that the Sox are killing their formerly rabid fan base. Welcome to the numbing world of mediocre team rooters, my man. If a large Native American leans over you with a pillow, just take it.

And as for the heads-up that you won't be writing anything for the next 10 days, your spotty June pretty much covered that for you.

Sorry, but 42-35 isn't bad enough to go into the tank just yet. And when the Sox season does get that bad, I want cynical sarcasm dripping with clever but brutal witticisms, not pensive reflections by Mike Brady.