4-0? Is this because of the Hang-10 pun?
I’m off work! And don’t have another deadline until Thursday! And I had a kickass day of productive stalking (I’m a writer, okay?) and I’m in the mood to hang 10.
But I live in the mountains. So a 10-streak is all I get. I get that, right?
And I switch on the game. And YOU PEOPLE (Because, clearly I can’t blame T-Wake) have allowed them to score TWICE?
Do I not blog enough for you?
9:11. They keep switching back to footage of Carl Crawford getting booed.
Alright. We get it. Tampa fans are jerks.
And, apparently, we left our bats in Toronto. Can someone overnight them stat? Thanks.
Jacoby?! I know you like to be contrary. We love that about you. But just because the AL loves you doesn’t mean you need to play rebel and flub up. Jacoby, why don’t you love us anymore?
Tommy Hottovy, I don’t know much about you, but I like your name. I do not like your pitching right now. Hi, Casey Kotchman. Remember when we were friends?
9:21. Apparently, you don’t. 3-0. Anger fills my heart.
Hi, Aceves. I like your name better anyway.
I’ve forgiven you for that horrible, horrible lapse.
Really, I have.
9:29. Really, Aceves? REALLY?! THIS IS WHY I don’t trust you. THIS IS WHY.
Who do I blame for this?
I know. They stayed up all night watching hockey.
I can’t really get too angry.
You know, on account of the fact that I stayed up all night watching hockey.
What a conundrum we face.
Yay for hockey, boo for the Red Sox.
This is totally because of all the number puns.
We are all guilty.
I will be inconsolable.
You know. Until I look at the ALE standings.
Oh, look. There we are at first.
Oh, and until I look at the tv schedule for tomorrow.
Hockey? Oh, look at that…
Yes. I do think I will be okay.
Please don’t blame oranges. Here, Kate. This always makes ME feel better: