Last night, my drunken self stomped around the house and screamed for the bats to come back to life and wondered why in the hell our five game win streak would have to snap at the hands of the lowly Os.
This morning, however, with the clarity of Corn Flakes and Ovaltine to guide me, I say that if the Sox had to drop a game in this set, might as well drop it to one of the “feel good” stories of this young season: Baltimore rookie pitcher Zach Britton.
It’s a time-honored strategy that I’m cool with; throw your enemies a bone up front, then move in for the decimation. Just like George Lucas did with the last three Star Wars films.
Commander Kickass against the Orioles tonight. Where’s your money, baby?
