From the Desk of Nate Archibald...
...A Red Sox Fan
While I share in Bart's definition of rivalry, I am afraid our similarities stop there. I, as a devout, suffering Sox fan no longer have the ability to rationally appreciate these games for what they are.
There is only so much emotion that drinking and drugging can quell. Anything short of a victory tonight would be beyond devastating. I am tired. I am drained. I have no fingernails. I have punched. I have yelled. I have hugged total strangers. I have almost gotten beaten up. Thrice. I have taunted, tipped my cap and transformed my pessimism into optimism. Today, I will look down at defeat in contempt and state...I believe. Now if you'll excuse me, my liver just tried to make a break for it and I will need him tonight.
GO SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hee hee doggie bags.
While I share in Bart's definition of rivalry, I am afraid our similarities stop there. I, as a devout, suffering Sox fan no longer have the ability to rationally appreciate these games for what they are.
There is only so much emotion that drinking and drugging can quell. Anything short of a victory tonight would be beyond devastating. I am tired. I am drained. I have no fingernails. I have punched. I have yelled. I have hugged total strangers. I have almost gotten beaten up. Thrice. I have taunted, tipped my cap and transformed my pessimism into optimism. Today, I will look down at defeat in contempt and state...I believe. Now if you'll excuse me, my liver just tried to make a break for it and I will need him tonight.
GO SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hee hee doggie bags.
posted by THE BOSTON BLOGGER at 1:00 PM
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