With a ppd game today and a likely off day tomorrow, it looks like the Red Sox can't lose for a couple of days. (Unless today's game gets played tomorrow)
That means they can't lose on my birthday either. This is f***** sweet. Now we just need a torrential downpour to keep bumping future games into July/August/September.
Heck, if it rains out, then that means we don't lose the game. At this point I'd consider it a moral victory. Maybe we can get the game scheduled for sometime in the summer when we don't suck like a cheap crackwhore.
I almost wish that I could drink enough to think that the Red Sox were doing well this year, although I'd probably succumb to alcohol poisoning by then.
My birthday is on Thursday (and so is my twin brothers) however my twin brother only has Monday and Tuesday off of work, and I have work early Friday morning, so I didn't want to be going out on Thursday night.
If God punishes us for touching ourselves then I'd be to blame for our loss tonight for rubbing one out when the blonde server at Dairy Queen giggled when she spilled peanut butter sauce on herself when making my Chocolate PeanutButter Cheesecake Blizzard.
I wonder if anyone on the Red Sox staff killed a hooker in a VIP lounge or something, because God seems to be exacting revenge. This must be karma for something.
Watching these kinds of games between two struggling teams is like watching George Bush and Eli Manning in a spelling bee, knowing that one of them actually has to score in order to win.