I don’t even want to go to work, you guys.
I think my coworkers are jackassy enough to make me a sympathy card.
Youktastic- The new word for ultimate, shoddy, heartbreaking betrayal with a side of suck that can best be expressed by the cult classic, Bloodhound Gang.
I didn’t mean that. That was harsh.
Yeah. I think I meant both of those.
I’m going to go eat ice cream for breakfast.
PS- signs your boyfriend is starting to get it:
“Well, at least you got to see him one more time before he, you know.”
This is what I get, Soxies. This is what I get for being distracted by my OWN issues. DAMN YOU, BEN CHERINGTON!!!!!!!!!
I look away for ONE SECOND. One fricking second. And THIS is what happens.
We will NEVER be friends, Kelly Shoppach.
And this is a strike and a HALF for you, Ben Cherington. And for you, Bobby Valentine. And for YOU, America. For blogging all week long about how outplayed Tek is.
When he was drafted, Shoppach was regarded as the potential catcher-of-the-future who might ultimately take Varitek’s place. A decade later, that outcome appears to be coming to fruition, albeit in unexpected fashion.
Say it isn’t true! Make it not be true!!!!!!!
This is EXACTLY like that scene in West Side Story where Chino tells Maria Tony killed her brother. EXACTLY like that.
Okay. So maybe it’s not like THIS version. But imagine this as a GOOD version.
Tek isn’t about the numbers. He’s about the heart. And about stability. And every other thing that’s been fizzling since Soxsplosion. I just want some fricking stability. Is that so much to ask for? Is that so wrong? It’s always the children that suffer, Benny C. You people NEVER think of the children.
As for you, Jason Varitek- it’s not over for us.
I don’t care what the Red Sox say. You’ll always be captain to me.
More on this later when I can see through my tears.
Can you at least return to my have-Tek-replace-Curt-Young plan? Please?????
My feelings can best be expressed in the 90s classic, “Say it ain’t so” by Weezer.
Youtube is fun today.