Me last night:
No, really: That’s it? That’s how it ends? That’s how the 2016 Red Sox go down? That’s how Big Papi’s career comes to a close?
Ooof. I can’t even look at that picture without looking like that picture.
There is nothing with which I have had less direct involvement than the Red Sox making it into the postseason … and there is nothing with which I will have less direct involvement than their performance in the postseason … and yet, every time they get to play October baseball, I am more excited than a grown man should ever be about something with which he is not directly involved … let alone something for which he will be fully clothed.
OK, so this happened:
And, yes, that’s totally freakin’ awesome … but I (not to mention the Red Sox themselves) would have enjoyed the celebration a hell of a lot more if our All-Star closer hadn’t kicked off the party by coughing up a walk-off grand slam.