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I hate my teams and they hate me, and they're as shitty as can be! =D

RED SOX: 8-7 loss to the Devil Rays. I listened to this one on the radio at work, as I'm working second shift all week this week. It's really just as well that I didn't see Boomer fail to cover first, or Johnny drop that ball, or Johnny Gomes continue to hate on my teams (I still have not forgiven him for that walkoff homer off Troy Percival back in, like, June). I am kind of sad that I didn't see Papi and Alex freaking Cora do their level best to keep us in it, and also yay on Craig Hansen's perfect MLB debut. Look, Red Sox, it is bad enough that I am in pain after playing too strenuously with my four-year-old brother yesterday (did you know that it is possible to strain muscles on one side of your neck? And that after standing for a few hours, strained abdomenal muscles feel like severe menstrual cramps? FUN). Didja really hafta pile it on?

ASTROS: 7-0 loss to the Pirates. Wait, you mean the Astros got shut out on a Clemens start? NO FREAKING WAY. Way to drop the ball on a day when none of the other immediate contenders for the wild card are playing, dumbasses.

TIGERS: 10-4 loss to the Royals. When I heard this score on the sports news show after the Red Sox game, I turned mid-transaction and yelled, "Ten to four?! Could you at least TRY to make an effort?!" Good thing they didn't say anything about how seven of those runs came from Bondo, and how he was pitching like he was afraid to, or I might have blown an artery on the spot.

Also, the Yankees won on a walkoff homer from Bubba "WTF am I doing getting a walkoff homer?" Crosby.

Yup. Baseball hates me.

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Okay, so here's the deal. Remember how I wrote that letter to the Red Sox Nation a few days ago, bitching everyone out for having hysterical woe over our stupid team with its stupid division lead, and meanwhile there are teams like the Tigers who can no longer so much as see .500, even on a clear day using the Hubble, so shut it and be grateful?

JUST. KIDDING.

Lately, the Red Sox really have not been playing much better than the Tigers. And where the Tigers are pretty much cooked for the season, and we've all accepted it, and the best we can hope for is a better losing record than last year's losing record, the Red Sox still have something to lose. Rather a lot to lose. And they have it to lose to the fucking Yankees.

So I'm not really feeling as calm and reasonable as I've been feeling most of this season. I'm feeling tense and anxious and like baseball might just make my heart explode long before I see my thirtieth. I'm not as spaztastic as some people, and I'm certainly not anywhere near approaching despair, but my sang-froid is rapidly vanishing into the ether.

So to celebrate, have a snarky poll.



[Poll #574056]



Once the Sox get it back together, I will likely regain my equilibrium and possibly go back to reminding everyone about how a team in first place by definition does not suck, and if you wanna see suck, spend a little time at Comerica. For now, though, I'll just be twitching in a corner somewhere if you need me.

Now if you'll excuse me, I finally have enough money this month to complete my collection of Hats For Teams That Hate Me Right Now with an Astros hat, so off to the mall I go.