This afternoon, the Sox have a chance to snag their fortieth win of the season as Justin Masterson takes on Erik Bedard, who looks kinda like a guy who should be selling lawn mowers at Home Depot but actually throws a pretty mean baseball. Meanwhile, I have a chance to drink beers on a boat in Newport, relying purely on radio and extra sensory perception for my Sox updates.
Will Manny swat yet another home run? Will the ghost of Butch Hobson ruin an otherwise splendid day at the ballpark? Will I get distracted by all the pretty girls (especially those chicks with the sailor caps and homemade “skipper” tank tops whom I was tailing up and down Thames Street yesterday) and fall overboard again? Stay tuned!
