FUUUUUUUUCK.
This is totally what I wanted to come home to after a rough day at work. WHY THEO WHY.
Oh my god we are so fucked. FUCK.
This is the last time you'll see this icon, kids, because Theo Epstein is no longer my president.
Fuck.
This is totally what I wanted to come home to after a rough day at work. WHY THEO WHY.
Oh my god we are so fucked. FUCK.
This is the last time you'll see this icon, kids, because Theo Epstein is no longer my president.
Fuck.
I have to stop reading about this. The more I read, the worse I feel. Also, I've been indulging in shots of vodka (from a bottle I originally purchased to survive the final Red Sox/Yankees series - I have a feeling I'll end up associating cheap vodka with bad times with the Red Sox), which isn't helping so much as it's making me morose instead of angry.
I've been a Red Sox fan for a little over two years. One of the first things I learned, one of the constants I've always had with me, is this: Trust Theo. Even when it looks like he doesn't know what he's doing, he does. Trust him.
Now there is no Theo to trust. Now I'm not sure what to do.
Someone please tell me that a third shot is a bad idea. God, this sucks.
I've been a Red Sox fan for a little over two years. One of the first things I learned, one of the constants I've always had with me, is this: Trust Theo. Even when it looks like he doesn't know what he's doing, he does. Trust him.
Now there is no Theo to trust. Now I'm not sure what to do.
Someone please tell me that a third shot is a bad idea. God, this sucks.
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