Game 43 - Red Sox
Orioles 6, Red Sox 3
Was it something I did? Things were going so well. You were 15-7. Every day was sunshine, puppy dogs, frolicing on the basepaths and youthful pitchers hurling gems. I even told you I loved you. Now, it's been raining for weeks, your everyday players keep getting hurt and/or playing miserably, the hurlers young and old can't get out of a paper bag, and you blow 3-0 leads in 3 consecutive games After all I've given you, this is how you repay me?
Don't give me that, "But Manny made a funny" crap. You're just trying to change the subject. Okajima's meatball to Payton wiped out all of the happy-go-luck I had yesterday. Typical. You can't even look me in the eyes. It's like I don't even know you.
And still, tomorrow you'll be all, "I'm sorry", and you'll beat the shit out of the Brewers at home, and give me that little pouty hangdog look, and I'll smile in spite of myself and let you back in the house. I really hate you, sometimes, for what you make me do to myself.