So this has what it’s come to. One week ago we were all swilling drinks on the Love Boat, sizing up potential World Series adversaries. Tonight, we’re praying to God that John Lackey–yes, that John Lackey–can keep us from losing our sixth of seven games and the whole bloody series to the Twins. Oh, and Joel Hanrahan may have pitched his last game for the Sox.
After last night’s shit show, which is really best left forgotten and will not even be honored on this site with its own post, things can only get better. Or can they?
We have fingers, toes and beers crossed that Lackster can step it up big time and turn things around before we slide any further down Crap Mountain. Which is an actual place. In Denmark.
