Red Sox Drama

Oh my god, the Red Sox are killing me.

I came home after a wonderful dinner party. Tired, ready for bed.

Big Yawn.

Oh wait. Manny's on. Ortiz has been intentionally walked. Two down... what will happen?

Now it's almost one-fucking-o'clock in the morning. Game tied. Bottom of the ninth.

Guys, you're killing me.

I want to go to bed. I wanted to go to bed a long time ago. Extra innings and I give up.

Or get a bowl of cereal.

Oh no. Another intentional walk of Ortiz. Two out. Bottom of the ninth.

Cereal and coffee.