I was relieved when that month finally ended. It was the worst month of Red Sox baseball in my life. Every day I from the time I woke in the morning that there was no chance of the team winning. I could tell that the team was spiraling when September started and I predicted that we would blow it. My son called me nuts, but I just saw the losing envelope the team. Awful. I would have felt a little better if I had watched each game with a bucket of chicken and a six pack of beer.