All you jock sniffing toadies can keep whining about bad luck, bad weather (really? It's been much nicer than most springs) and regression. The fact of the matter is that these pukes can't hit. Plain and simple.
I was yelling at the screen so much last night that my dogs ran upstairs and my wife told me to just watch something else. Well I can't!!! I was born a Sox fan and I'll die a Sox fan even if I have to take Nava down with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!