Hoping for a 2011 filled with Red Sox line-up-induced carnage, Yankees slayings, at least one “Youk found pantsless and passed out in an alley on the Vineyard” headline, Crawford’s tattoos lifting themselves off his body not unlike Spider-Man’s symbiote costume to hang A-Rod and Joba by their jocks off the Monster, endless highlight reels and Pedroia quotes and a return to badassery for Dr. Josh Beckett. And if Lackey wants to start earning his dough, I’m cool with that, too.
Best wishes and cheap beer dreams to all of our loyal readers. Thank you for your continued patronage.
BTW, if any enterprising young bands want to call themselves “Francona’s Wig” and use the above screencap as a CD cover, go right ahead. You’re welcome.
